Close the gate
I'm holding on to it
Counting days
My fingers dead from it
Yesterday she won't regret it
Heaven sent
She's standing far past it
She's telling me
Go far away
To hibernate
She broke
These hands
These hands
They fall
And stay
Remembering
Nothing
Close the gate
I'm holding on to it
Counting days
My fingers dead from it
Yesterday she won't regret it
Heaven sent
She's standing far past it