There’s a fear that I’ll fade from your memory
Just as quickly as it took me to arrive.
And like the fog of an early autumn morning,
The mist fades with the time lapse of your eyes.
And the sun shines just a little brighter
With each second of your voice that I hear.
And as the days go by in the still silence,
I tend to dwell on that ever-increasing fear
That I’ll fade from your memory
Just as quickly as it took me to arrive.