Pearl Jam

All the photographs are peeling
and colors turn to gray, he stayed
in his room with memories for days, he faced
an undertow of future's laid to waste, embraced
by the loss of one he could not replace
and there's no reason that she'd passed
and there is no god with a plan, it's sad
and his loneliness is proof, it's sad
he could only love you, it's sad
the door swings through a passing fable
a fate we may delay, we say
holding on, live within our embrace
he lit a match, he laid in bed