Solace Testo

It's been a while since I've been younger
And the days are getting shorter
Your eyes will be the last thing that my eyes will see
Sigh into solace
I want you to know this

Now I think about it every day
How the roots take the branches
And the branches take the leaves
It's been hard not to say that soon you'll find me Still and silent, cold and empty

It's been a while since I've been younger
And the days are getting shorter
Your eyes will be the last thing that my eyes will see

Saw the rain, heard my own eulogy
Cut out a newspaper clip of a younger me
With a one-by-one-inch photograph for memory
And I'll think of you as I let it take me

And I'll remember you
Even if death gets the better of me
And I'll have no regrets except that you're staying,
And I'm leaving

It's been a while since I've been younger
And the days are getting shorter
Your eyes will be the last thing that my eyes will see
Sigh into solace I want you to know this