First Thing To Go

First thing to go was the sound of his voice, ah
It echoes still, I′m sure, but I can't hear it
Was it gentle or cold? Or maybe just noise?I heard what I wanted until I couldn′t

And I'm scared to lose, ah
What's left of you

Time moves slow, I just talk to myself
I finish my own sentences the way you used to
Why do memories glow the way real moments don′t?
Ah, my altar is full of all love′s delusions

And I'm (hmm-hmm)
And I′m (hmm-hmm)
And I'm scared to lose
(And I′m) What's left of you
And I should forget
But I love what′s left

The first thing to go was the sound of his voice