Don't leave me in this room 
The walls are closing in 
This is the space I used to say 
The line is drawn for you each day

But every day you show 
With sound of caving walls 
Some day this song will have no pulse 
And I'll cave alone

But there we are 
Waiting for your answer 
Your arms speeded elation 
Beating out your salvation 
But when the tape stopped you were gone

half measure from home 
home, home

This week I recreate 
Edit you back into 
The blare that could define you 
Coveted by few who knew

The phone rings without pause 
This grief wills everyone 
All I have is our [bad word] song 
How could it ever be enough?

Here we are in our final accord 
mortician and his tools 
Sonically bury you 
You could have chose another chord 
to resolve on
on, on