Tread upon a deaf abyss And tell me what you see Negligent comfort submitted to a desperate form We can't pull you back We can't distort what's passed Our weeps harmonize a choir in these vacant halls Gaze upon a body burned to ashes And attempt to rehabilitate their will We can't pull you back We can't distort what's passed Our connected woe as charcoal Warms these idle homes The last place I ever saw you was inside the hospital in Windsor Wiping tears off your face with the bedsheets You said anything you could to try to get it through to me But I still saw life in your eyes like you never left home And then I felt that Christmas come and go Mourning as a metaphor Echoing throughout these vacant halls Wondering if you'd be proud to see the ways we've grown But I guess I'll never know