And there's by a stairwell, by an open door
A foyer marked with black and white tile on the floor
And I, I can't...I can't, well...I must, I must...

But please don't stay and see me turn from your arms
At your sides by your side
For our future's spread short
And the light dims
And you've been caught

So give me...give me air
And close my mouth, give me breath
Because how can I bear the ghost of you here?

I can't, and now i can't not
But I must love without you

Love love love love love

Now the smoke-filled scribе
Remembers thе hand through your hair
When you are not here

And I can hear you listen
To the air, to the air