I think I saw your shadow Tapping at the window The branches breathed so soft and polite You died without warning That September morning I spoke to you aloud for the last time I said if you could hear me, I think you can hear me You stubborn deaf old man, you never listen to a damn thing I say I remember our bodies when we were both 20 Tangled in the night We fucked it up right, didn't we? Time, time it keeps moving, maybe that's an illusion The pictures tell us lies We are not filled with lines We are not fading So welcome to the night You better bring your fists to fight We are not leaving