• I was the light
    I was the quiet heart
    I was the place we used to dwell.
    And when the cold would tear your life apart,
    I was the warmth that you had felt

    What have I become?
    Thoughts like shadows swelling through my mind.
    What have I become?
    Something else inside...

    Is driving nails into my soul
    Angels from my door.
    Driving nails into my soul
    Something inside....

    I was the blood inside your broken heart
    I was the stone that you had held

    I close my eyes
    Search for you
    Retracing every step.