Lyrics

The last embrace before the permanence fades
I’m told there’s nothing to erase
We said our piece and there is nothing to rephrase
But it feels like the edge of space or some kind of approximation
meditate with thoughts of love and wash away
All the fear, all the doubt, all that stays is

Your name in a loop, a hypnotic tune
My memory’s tattooed with what’s left of you

Who was our story’s scribe? mapping out in black and white
the first glance, the first call, every high, every fall
cinematic, it’s so tragic, we were begging for our story to resolve
Even though we thought the stars were all aligned
maybe we were star-crossed by design
Are we’re the stars of our own decline

I don’t know why
The past feels so alive
When there’s nothing left inside

We can let the credits roll
and the names will read like prose
because the air is not so cold
Every whisper will impose
We can let the credits roll