His scent worn into the fabric
Smile worn into my head
Records scratch as snow falls and laughs echo off the walls
Soaked sheets hold the goodbyes never spoken
Seagulls sing the songs of your journey
Dancing in the basement of my old house
Playing the memories like a broken tape
The feelings a faded blue of a once bright sky
So I cloak my weary soul in the only thing close
And take a deep breath with heavy lids hoping to smell the salt in the air and your laugh in my ear