Left with images of you pouring from my eyes:
You young, you here, day dawning, eyes wide

Just images, just images
All that's left
All that I can find

Like water
From a cactus
In the desert of my mind

Little to big: o' brother, you leave me like blood from my veins
Big to little: o' brother, you leave me like blood from my veins

In a room that holds you
Like a guilt-ridden paralyzing cell:

No calls
No mail
No visitors for when you're in hell

Forced hellos
Rushed goodbyes
And best wishes for you in the meantime

My face seen as often as God's
Can let guilt have it's way of owning you
Like a dog

May to March
March to May
The days fall with the promises I make

Like water
From a faucet
Into the sink of your faith

Little to big: o' brother, you leave me like blood from my veins
Big to little: o' brother, you leave me like blood from my veins

We always seem to fall with only words to hold
We always seem to fall with only photos to hold
We always seem to fall with only memories to hold
We always seem to fall without family to hold