What Remains of Us

The sun is cutting through the blind
It shows the dust we leave behind
The coffee cold upon the sill
The hallway quiet, grey and still

I hear the traffic down the street
The morning starts for other feet
Your shadow fades against the door
You do not live here anymore

I only hold what remains of us
Through all the silence and all the rust
The winter wind can take the rest
I keep the ember in my chest
I only hold what remains of us

A ticket stub from eighty-three
A sweater smelling still of sea
A pencil line along the wall
To mark how much we stood so tall

I do not search for who was right
Or why the summer lost its light
I take the damage in my stride
With nothing left I have to hide

I only hold what remains of us
Through all the silence and all the rust
The winter wind can take the rest
I keep the ember in my chest
I only hold what remains of us

Let every bridge burn down tonight
Let every shadow find the white
I will not beg the clock to stay
I give the heavy ghost away

I only hold what remains of us
Through all the silence and all the rust
The winter wind can take the rest
I keep the ember in my chest
I only hold what remains of us

Just what remains
Just what remains
I let the wind take all the rest
I keep your fire in my chest