Remember your touch takes me back to that very month. In the dark of my loft your absence is hard to confront. Grasping for all of the answers in someone else's eyes. In light of all our comeuppance, I'm still so surprised. This room was once so alive, now it's empty inside. At some point in this sickness we lose our empathy. Grasping for all of the answers in someone else's eyes. In light of all our comeuppance, I'm still so surprised. When I think of you my heart still fills up to the brim. This is the sound that I hear when I see your face.