[male
vocals] (
Soft,
solitary
piano
chords
echo
in
a
wide,
empty
space) (
A
slow,
aching
cello
enters,
drawing
a
long,
mournful
note)
You
walked
in
like
a
sunrise
in
the
middle
of
a
winter
storm
Tracing
outlines
of
a
silhouette
that
kept
the
shadows
warm
I
memorized
the
rhythm
of
the
way
you
held
your
head
And
hung
onto
every
hollow
word
that
you
never
really
said
I
built
a
cathedral
from
the
fragments
of
your
porcelain
smile
Walking
through
the
fire
just
to
stay
with
you
a
little
while
But
the
stained
glass
is
cracking,
and
the
light
is
turning
gray
And
all
the
beauty
I
admired
is
slowly
drifting
away.
Oh,
you
were
the
masterpiece
carved
out
of
ghost
and
light
A
hauntingly
perfect
vision
in
the
dead
of
the
night
But
the
frame
is
empty
and
the
canvas
is
turning
cold
A
story
of
a
treasure
that
I
never
really
hold
It
wasn’
t
just
the
leaving,
it
was
seeing
who
you
are
A
beautiful
illusion
masking
a
hollow
star.
I
loved
the
way
you
moved
through
the
rooms
like
a
silent
prayer
Ignoring
the
heavy
silence
that
was
hanging
in
the
air
I
kept
on
painting
colors
on
a
wall
that
wasn’
t
there
Deaf
to
the
warning
sirens,
blind
to
the
icy
stare
I
was
worshiping
a
statue,
I
was
bowing
to
the
rain
Finding
a
strange
comfort
in
the
architecture
of
the
pain
But
a
mirror
only
reflects
what
you
want
it
to
believe
And
I
was
just
a
dreamer
who
was
desperate
not
to
leave.
Oh,
you
were
the
masterpiece
carved
out
of
ghost
and
light
A
hauntingly
perfect
vision
in
the
dead
of
the
night
But
the
frame
is
empty
and
the
canvas
is
turning
cold
A
story
of
a
treasure
that
I
never
really
hold
It
wasn’
t
just
the
leaving,
it
was
seeing
who
you
are
A
beautiful
illusion
masking
a
hollow
star.
And
the
tragedy
isn’
t
the
loss
of
the
touch
It’
s
how
I
loved
a
ghost
way
too
much
It’
s
the
way
the
light
catches
the
edge
of
the
lie
Making
me
wonder
how
I
couldn’
t
see
the
goodbye
Before
it
ever
happened,
before
the
ink
went
dry
Before
I
learned
the
difference
between
a
laugh
and
a
sigh.
Oh,
you
were
the
masterpiece
carved
out
of
ghost
and
light
A
hauntingly
perfect
vision
in
the
dead
of
the
night
But
the
frame
is
empty
and
the
canvas
is
turning
cold
A
story
of
a
treasure
that
I
never
really
hold
It
wasn’
t
just
the
leaving,
it
was
seeing
who
you
are
A
beautiful
illusion
masking
a
hollow
star.
Just
a
shadow
on
the
wall
Just
a
dream
before
the
fall
Beautiful,
but
never
real
Nothing
left
to
heal (
Piano
fades
into
silence) (
Final
lingering
cello
note)