Am I the only one who was there
or was it all just in my head?
I felt your breath down my back that night
It gave me the type of warmth a fireplace might give a home

You grabbed onto me so tightly
I thought maybe you didn't want to let go,
I was wrong.

I could hear your heartbeat.
It was like a lullaby, putting me to sleep,
Except I had to stay awake,
Or else time would pass,
and I had to slow it down somehow.

Echos, Echos, Echos
That only I could hear,
were bouncing of the walls,
ticking like a clock,
to remind me of,
the Predestined heartache I awaited,
Like a prisoner on death row.
The morning light,
it brought the dirt,
that buried me under.
Shovel, Shovel, Shovel
The love died before it flowered.