Lyric

I kept your teacup on the shelf

The one you always chose at noon

The way you smiled and stirred your tales

Still lingers in this room

If I forget your laugh, will it mean I’ve healed?

If I move on, does it mean we weren't real?

But I still wear the scent you left

Like it could keep your love from death

And when the morning takes its toll

You're still the name I whisper low

I tell myself, “I'm fine alone”

But truth is softer than a stone

You’re the trace I never lost

You’re the warmth beneath the frost

I saw you dancing in the rain

In someone else’s dream last night

The sky was grey, but you looked gold

Too far beyond my light

And every season pulls me near

The way you held my every fear

Still I wear the scent you left

Like it could keep your love from death

And when the morning takes its toll

You're still the name I whisper low

I tell myself, “I'm fine alone”

But truth is softer than a stone

You’re the trace I never lost

You’re the warmth beneath the frost

What if I had said “don’t go”?

Would your heart have stayed to know?

What if time could just rewind

Would I still be left behind?

Still I wear the scent you left

Like it could keep your love from death

And when the morning takes its toll

You're still the name I whisper low

I tell myself, “I’m fine alone”

But I still ache where you had grown

You’re the trace I never lost

You’re the warmth beneath the frost

The warmth beneath the frost