Last Song Heard

(ahhhh) The room is getting quiet now,

the edges start to blur

Every chord is slipping into things that never were

I can feel the static rising like a rising tide Trying to

hold the melody

I kept so deep inside So let me sing it loud,

while I still have the key

Before the silence takes the last of what was me

Oh, catch the fading frequencies,

hold them in your hand (ooh-ahh) This is the last song I

will ever understand

I touch the wooden frame,

I try to feel the vibration

Trading every syllable for physical translation

My vocal cords are straining on a note that feels so high

Saying all the words I need to say

before goodbye

And when the air goes cold And the soundwaves start to fade

Remember all the warmth In the music that we made

(noooo, ooh) So let me sing it loud,

while I still have the key

Before the silence takes the last of what was me

Oh, catch the fading frequencies,

hold them in your hand (ooh-ahh) This is the last song I

will ever understand

Just a whisper left... (ahhhh)