The city roof
is tipping down.
The evening’s high, 
lights litter ground.

I close my eyes.
I pray to stone. 
Do angels weep
when they’re alone?

This is farewell, 
the last there’ll be.
My waiting’s done now.
Remember me. 

The smoky sky,
the bullet stars…
I walked them once,
They seem so far.

You call my name,
begging me back.
“Remember silence?
Remember cracks?”

Now that i’m here,
Can I just say:
I’d love [bad word] back,
But not today.

This is farewell, 
the last there’ll be.
My waiting’s done now.
Remember me. 

Somewhere back there,
before the world,
beside a house,
there was a girl.

She ran away -
at least she tried.
He never came.
She never cried.

Since I am here, 
May I just say:
I’d love [bad word] now, 
but not today.

This is farewell, 
the last there’ll be.
My waiting’s done now.
Remember me. 

 [bad word]   

If stories end,
if we should fall, 
we fall together,
or not at all.

This is farewell,
the last there’ll be.
My waiting’s done now.
Remember me.