Orchid – ...And The Cat Turned To Smoke 0

We smiled and said
"I'll see you this summer."
But we knew that was over.
That's just what you say to someone
who's dying.
That's just what you say.
This is to us
Our hands fit, at least for a while.
This is to us
Our hands fit.
I miss the face, I miss the taste

That's just what you say to
I miss the face, I miss the taste
This is to us
I'm sorry about it all...
about it all
It's all my fault
It's all my fault