Well, here's to the New Year.
We were too drunk to see it come,
And when we woke with the light,
You were already gone.
We don't remember anything.
It was a bad day, thick with ghosts.
Would you have died anyway,
If I held you in my arms?
Here's to the New Year.
You were the last.
We called for you until our voices died.
There is a white door, flying open.
There's only morning where you're gone.
You are reaching upwards, always,
Fading into the cold light.
I dream a thousand dreams
Where you never, ever died.
