Through The Pane

Through The Pane

Across Five Aprils
(album: A Tragedy In Progress)

simply put i´m satisfied
just to hear you speak
and holding on to what you said
last time here with me
i remember listening to passin cars
on our backs starin at the stars
i survive by these memories
these memories of you

so i´ll press my face against the pane
of the window as i watch you drive away

the glass is still stained in my bedroom
where you wrote "i love you" with your lipstick
and once again i´m left here fighting tears away