First Thing To Go

First thing to go was the sound of his voice, ah

It echoes still, I'm sure, but I can't hear it

Was it gentle or cold? Or maybe just noise?

I heard what I wanted until I couldn't

And I'm scared to lose, ah

What's left of you

Time moves slow, I just talk to myself

I finish my own sentences the way you used to

Why do memories glow the way real moments don't?

Ah, my altar is full of all love's delusions

And I'm (hmm-hmm)

And I'm (hmm-hmm)

And I'm scared to lose

(And I'm) What's left of you

And I should forget

But I love what's left

The first thing to go was the sound of his voice