Final Kiss

The clock hands bled into the morning, a silent, mutual defeat

Your suitcase by the door was yawning, with nothing left for us to keep

We danced this waltz of quiet ruin, in practiced steps we knew by heart

Then you reached across the ruins, to play your final, fading part

And the air grew thin and shattered, like a window in the cold

A story waiting to be scattered, a lie too tired to be told

And this final kiss, tastes like dust and emptiness

A beautiful, slow-motion mess

It's the closing of a book I've memorized

Beneath the thunder of our quiet, last goodbyes

This final kiss, the death of all our endless, endless tries

You were a language I was fluent in, a scripture written on my skin

But the meaning started shifting, a slow and subtle, sinking in

Now the pages are all yellow, the words are foreign to my touch

And I understood the second that I needed it too much

And the room became a gallery, of portraits turned against the wall

A monument to what we buried, standing ten feet tall

And this final kiss, tastes like dust and emptiness

A beautiful, slow-motion mess

It's the closing of a book I've memorized

Beneath the thunder of our quiet, last goodbyes

This final kiss, the death of all our endless, endless tries

They say a spark can start a fire, but an ember has to fade

We were a once-great, burning empire, that history itself betrayed

So I'll press my lips to memory, and seal the envelope of us

And turn to face the emptiness, without the need for all this fuss

And this final kiss, tastes like dust and emptiness

A beautiful, slow-motion mess

It's the closing of a book I'd memorized

Beneath the thunder of our quiet last goodbyes

This final kiss, the end of all our endless tries

Final kiss

Final kiss

Turning into eclipse

Final kiss

Final kiss

Turning into eclipse