Billy Talent

Today I walked down our old street
Past the diner where we'd meet
Now I dine alone in our old seats
The cold wind blows
Right through my bones
And I feel like I'm getting old
But I wish
I was getting old with you
I held your hand when
We took shelter from the rain
She laughed as we picked out
Our children's names
White sparrows fell from heaven
And carried her away
Black arrows cut the strings of my heart,
I kneel and pray
Her clothes hang in the closet still
The phone sits on the windowsill
And every time it rings
It gives me chills
My heart just stopped
When I was told
Doctor, doctor, on the phone
Said my love was never coming home
I hold your casket gently