From the recording On The Eve Of A Goodbye
Time will not release me from here.
This keep where all now stands still.
Daylight grows stale through mute windows.
The solitude is stronger than gravity.
There's no more you.
Now it's just me
talking to ghosts
who give no reply.
Anguished sighs met with
Where did you go?
Two roads diverged and I don't know
if I can follow you.
I cannot do to another
what you have now done to me.