T. Finn This is the end of knowing her You're going through her things But you can't find her there. Her clothes, her books, her photographs To her belongings you will always cling But you can't find her there. All the ties that bind us are invisible Everything reminds us of the things that we can't see All the ties that bind us are invisible, invisible, invisible. This is the end of showing her An endless rolling sea But you can't leave her there. And all the ties that bind us are invisible And everything reminds us of the things that we can't see All the ties that bind us are invisible, invisible, invisible. You never get to say goodbye but you have to let it go You build a roof against the sky, it's watertight Then water comes in from below. Everything reminds us of the things that we can't see All the ties that bind us are invisible, invisible, invisible, invisible, invisible.