Echoes of Lost Love

Yeah, oh. Ooh. Oh. Yeah.

The clock keeps ticking, but my heart stands still. I'm gripping shadows

that I can't feel. Your name's a whisper that cuts like steel.

I try to breathe, but the air's too thin. I'm drowning deep

in where we've been. It hurts to hold on when the love

is gone. But my hands won't let go. No, my hands won't

let go. Your ghost is heavy. It's in my bed.

Your voice still lingers inside my head. I chase the echoes of what