She used to gather seashells
She used to count stars
She used to count the seashell
She used to gather stars

The setting sun
was at her back
Bathe within an orange haze
Her hair was set ablaze
Silhouetted she stood
and raised a golden hand
Farewell

And now that darkness come
I’m the most alone
When the daylight fail
And the sound of day
Slowly fade away
And I speak to the walls
Too share in memories
Of just what they have seen
Of Everything thats been

I caught the scent of her skin
Carried on the autumn winds
How frail my heart of hearts
Too be torn apart
By the fragrance of a memory

I drag this constant grief
Mountain on a rope
I’ve Put an anchor round my feet
And I Will take the leap
To be pulled under

Why would I wait
Why should I hesitate
When There is only growing older
And I am what was left behind
And fading from her mind
And I am what she left behind
And fading from her mind