Nothing left to feel
Nothing more to do
Nothing left to give
Nothing more in you
Nothing else to have or hold
Nothing left but time to go…

Years go by…
We didn’t really say that much at all
And months just fly…
We didn’t ever really touch at all
Weeks always run down…
We didn’t really get that close at all
And days fall out…
We didn’t ever really know at all

And then we’re here in a room
Too clean and too bright
She stares at you for an hour
You stare into the light
For one last hour in the room
So mean and so white
I stare at her in this room
As she stares into the night…

Nothing left to feel
Nothing more to do
Nothing left to ask
Nothing more of you
Nothing else to share or show
Nothing left but time to go…

In his eyes as we turned…
No eternity of life
In his eyes as we turned…
No infinity of why
In his eyes as we turned…
No beautiful goodbye
In his eyes as we turned…
Nothing but tears…

The dawn call was broken, short, disconnected, far away…
I couldn’t understand too much of what was being said…
A matter of minutes, peacefully, so sorry…
I had to think to breathe, my heart bursting in my head…
We moved in silence through a slowly waking world of pale grey rain…
And as we drove, a strange sun split the sky…
In that moment I knew nothing would ever be the same again…

The days fall out…
The weeks always run down
The months just fly…
The years go by

And then we’re here in a room
Too clean and too bright
I stare at you for an hour
You stare into the light
For one last hour in the room
So mean and so white
You stare at me in this room…
As I stare into the night

Nothing left to feel
Nothing more to do
Nothing left to take
Nothing more from you
Nothing else to need or know
There’s nothing left at all but time to go…