You were cold and strange - a place unknown
So unlike that place he called his own;
Not a hint of 'him' in any room
Yes, strange indeed - your rooms of gloom;
Just as though he had not ever been
Your soul, your heart that beat within
No, his presence was not anywhere
Ev'ry bit of 'him' was ravaged there;
His essence sold - or just thrown away
Yes, cold indeed - that winter day
A place of gloom - a granite tomb
Not a hint of 'him' in any room.
...Another piece of us died that day.
Oh, I wept too - on that winter day
When his essence was just wrenched away
For he was my soul - the heart of me
That beat within - yes I agree
Yes, his presence had filled ev'ry room
Now I'm just a shell - rooms of gloom
Just a granite tomb - a place decayed
For my heart and soul have been betrayed
Yes, I cried too that winter day
When my soul, my heart were ripped away
Yes, ev'ry bit of 'him' ravaged there;
Not a hint of 'him' - left anywhere.
...Yes, I cried too and I died that day.