A lethargic silhouette holding memories alone But they can't stand the wait They've been waiting The burden pulls them down A faint scream among the cacophony of creaking Floorboards and static window Who knows if there were any tears After seventy five years Who knows if there were any tears Seventy five years lead to this A pile of dust in a dark back room Outdated prescriptions comfort me I need them they're all I have Dead skin swept away No one there knew him Dead skin swept away Who knows if there were any tears After seventy five years No on there had seen her Nine days of decay And everything is washed away clean