Stale air and stiff white sheets.
Open blinds and weak light.
My head is in my hands,
I've got these memories of brighter days.

I'll pull the shades.
That smile is still in my head.
That laugh, it still echoes.
Now there you are, lying so still.

So cold to the touch.
I'm reaching out to close your eyes.
I'm kneeling in to say goodbyes.
That smile is still in my head.

That laugh, it still echoes.
Don't leave yet, you can't leave yet.
There is still so much for her to say.
She's not moving, she's not breathing.

I'm afraid this time she's not going to wake up.
They say I've got your eyes.
She was so cold.
I've got those eyes I had to close.