Colder sun for the day
We close our eyes
Burdens kept, always feared
Faces drowning where we stand
Could we breathe our last words
Until the endless dies
Colder suns trading love
When the shadow grows inside
When you know
The feeling's dead
This cancer covers you
Like the bending of new light
Now you know
The feeling's gone
This cancer follows you
Like a twisted form of memory
So you know
The feeling's right
This cancer smothers you
Like the scent of virgin life
When you know
The feeling's gone
This cancer calling you
Like the twisting of
New memories