You buried me silently and six feet under
Darker than your moods but damn, I felt so safe

The last of our midnight swims
Where sorrow ends and suffering begins
I cannot really tell

No one will miss me now
And it’s hard to breathe when you are not around
Nothing changed

But deep inside I know
That I’m the one who’s right
But you don’t need to know

The waves sound like your voice
A cold and wet chanson
Drowned roses at my grave

Still keeping pictures in a frame
We bought that faithful summer night
I know you are not the one to blame

You dug me up carefully and made the incisions
Drugged me with your love, and dived into my soul

I hope one day you’ll know
That I’m the one who always guided your ways
When you lost all control

I love to hear you sing
And that wooden frame means everything to me
I cannot tell

Time of death, 5 a.m.
On a Sunday morning
I lie still and recall
The first time at this place
You and me
As we counted waves
And prayed that there wouldn’t be a dawn
To take us away

All we know is wrong
All I know, our love is like an artist
Deleted by the song

Still I can hear you sing
Where sorrow ends and suffering begins
I cannot really tell

Time of death, 5 a.m.
On a Sunday morning
I lie still and I know
I found my early grave
Without you
As the dawn it breaks
I pray that the waves stop to sing
And will take me away