Fading Through Grain

I left the kitchen light burning low

Just in case you decided to show

But the clock on the mantle keeps its pace

Leaving shadows in your empty space

And I am

trying to let you drift away (drift away)

Like the last cold light at the end of the day

But my hands still reach out

for your hand in the dark

Holding onto a dying spark

There are letters in the bottom drawer

I cannot bring myself to read anymore

They are promises made in another life

Cutting through the quiet like a rusted knife

And I am trying to let you drift away (drift away) Like

the last cold light at the end of the day

But my hands still reach out

for your hand in the dark

Holding onto a dying spark (so

hard)

Just a dying spark (ahhh)