when everything we felt failed
and some music soft in distant sails
but it don't sound like it did before
then I know I'm left with nothing more

than my own soul
when pretty pictues face back
but your coats aren't hanging on the rack
and blue water turns to

a place that I can't get to
a place that I can't
in a room all I feel
is the cold that you left

through the air all I see
is your face full of blame
what's left to see
what's there to see

in the room all I feel
is the cold that you left
through the air all I see
is your face full of blame
what's left to see
what's there to see