Walking for Two

wake up in a cold sweat every night
in my dreams we speak so casually
laughing, talking, learning from you as i always did
still in rem i am in disbelief
underneath my eyelids i was moving rapidly
searching, looking everywhere for you
heart rate rising, beating faster, breathing shallowly
that blissful hope i felt was crushed by reality
flashback to the er, we are holding hands and i
wonder if you're searching out for me
seeking justice just does not seem satisfactory
but it's all i can do to keep my sanity

thought i’d say goodbye just once
i say it every night
in my dreams we speak so casually
thought i'd say goodbye just once
i say it every night
in my dreams we speak so casually

now i'm walking for two
every single dream i promise will be seen
now i'm walking for you
every single thing i promise will be seen.

i’m looking through old photographs
knowing that i don't hold a chance
’cause moments approach, then they pass
into memories but they never seem to last
is it hopeless? so cold i can't cope and
cloak the shivers alone so i sit here
closing my eyes so that i can remember
but i know you're not just lost in adventure
will you ever be back, my tether
my everything, my better half
hard to cut the rope and sever that
bond we planned to have forever, damn
i can rekindle the flame momentarily
and revisit the day that you stared at me
told me we would never be apart, and you were right
you will never leave my heart
but the imprint of faces is lifted with age
and i wish that i stayed with you
laid with you, taped everyday but it's just too late
i sift through the trails in this prison of fate
but if i could go back, i'd get an audio or video recording
and sit with the sonics of the midi and store it inside the cloud
orbiting around me, constantly storming
the warning of your voice, and it's pounding at my core…
but the sound of it is dwarfed by your countenance
counting down from this lighthouse tower
lights out, power out, towering over me
cowering down, what a sobering moment
i hold onto the shouts of your voice
in my visions of you
but i have no choice
‘cause i've got so much living to do
so i spend my days time travelling
stuck in today but i'm battling
to go back, but i know that
too many new clothes are thrown on my coat rack
now i'm screaming for those days back
fearing you'll become a needle in a haystack
i try to process the news but i'm mentally shot
since the hospice, every thought's like
my mind's a faucet and i lose you with every drop
i'm cursed trying to reverse this memory loss.