Of Age - Yvette Young
Composed by：Yvette Young
A memory of the time when you still lived in my reflection
Through this line of treason I sought space
Stay where you are
Stay where you are
Your photos were everything
Denial comforting the vastness of this loss
In dreaming I found peace
We've grown apart
We've grown apart
But still it stings to carve your name
But still it stings to carve your name
A vacant house
A silent life
Your swollen eyes shut
You're skin and bone
A vacant house
A silent life
Your swollen eyes shut
You're skin and bone
Paying God what else
