The memory of your face is like water
Like the promise in the early morning rain.
It pools around the roots that I have planted.
It lifts me up and turns me green again.

The memory of your voice is like the windfall.
It call to me when I lose my light.
It echos round my room with the nightfall.
It comforts me but cannot hold me tight.

Oh, the years we lived and breathed together.
We loved up all the sweetness of my youth.
When all my dreams were cast into forever
And all the words you whispered were truth.

The memory of your touch is like thunder.
It frightens me when it draws too near.
From many miles away, I know its wonder
But closing in, I know the storm is here.

You know, I've tried to hear the window open
Since you closed the door and sent me on my way.
But I'm still lost, standing in your kitchen
With a silent heart and nothing more to say.

The memory of your face is like water.
Like a river come to wash this sinner clean
To carry me away from all my sadness,
From my lows and all my in-betweens.

It's funny that a heart could be broken
Yet the rhythm of its beat has never changed.
But in the end when all has been spoken,
There are pieces here that cannot love the same.