So

So my window has been marked You'd be proud, I hope Still the ones who are beloved They never come close In the blackened afterglow I lay with you None are sacred, staying low In a widowed room To the mirror we were shown For one final time Silent ageing, all we know Love, decay my mind With you In the blackened afterglow I lay with you None are sacred, staying low In a widowed room Staying here, I'll never grow tired Staying here, I'll never grow tired Staying here, I'll never grow tired Staying here, I'll never grow tired So my window has been marked You'd be proud, I know