Temple - Fade

Standing at the gates

Holding all you gave

Recall our last embrace

I held your broken frame



The last time I approached

This house built for the dead

Hear the precious song

Left inside my head



And when I found your name

I touched your porcelain grave

Three years to the day

I wish I could stay

But closure never comes

And time has all but numbed

I still wake in the dark

And hear that precious song



Broken, bleeding

I feel nothing

Like your visage

Broken, bleeding

I feel nothing

Like your visage


I am fading

Fading