Your lingering shadows
Scream dry notes everytime
Everytime

Washed out semblance
Faded by sunlight, October sunlight
Washed out apparition

And echoes of days
That could never have meant to be
Echoes that now have little meaning to me

Old feelings grow weak in old age
Weakness and irrelevance
Of strange orange kisses

Now your ghost revisits me
After my five years of changing
And your image has not shifted in any direction