Trembling Blue Stars

Darker, Colder, Slower

Disco: The Last Holy Writer [2007]
Autor: Robert James Wratten

The days seem darker now

This sense of winding down

The days seem colder now

This sense of slowing down

When all I knew was your presence

What to do with your absence

When all I knew was your presence

What to do?

Left alone to travel on

Left to grieve silently

I see an open door

I see an empty chair

Someone’s left the room

Still something tints the air

I see an open door

I see an empty chair

Someone’s left the room

Someone left too soon

Left alone to travel on

Left to grieve silently

Maybe not today

Maybe not tomorrow

But where you’ve gone

Someday I’ll follow

There’s never time enough

There’s no one who won’t leave

A constant slipping away

Nothing’s held in place

There’s never time enough

There’s no one who will stay

To the past each day

The future gives up space

Left alone to travel on

Left to grieve silently