Decided, to hold on her absence
And pray, for her return
Unable, to reminisce her scent
But pleads to keep her cologne
The officers are picking up what was left
Of her smile from the floor
They plead the man to forget her voice
To save the memory, and go home
He's chasing her to the after life
"Come back Eurydice", cries the man,
But there's no chord to return his love,
To pretend she's somewhere there
Weary and helpless, he falls to his knees,
Whispers: "come back from hell".
He can still remember how
The city was all lit,
But when, she left this land
It got so dark beneath his feet
Scrambles on her leftovers,
The ones the cops didn't take
And lets go, of life without her
For they are a fake.
He's chasing her to the after life...
He can't leave though it's his Q
He'll follow the death if it follows you
He'll save your soul, and cherish it
In every word, in every minute.
He's chasing her to the after life...
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