First Thing To Go

First thing to go was the sound of his voice, ah It echoes still, I'm sure, but I can't hear it Was it gentle or cold? Or maybe just noise? I heard what I wanted until I couldn't And I'm scared to lose, ah What's left of you Time moves slow, I just talk to myself I finish my own sentences the way you used to Why do memories glow the way real moments don't? Ah, my altar is full of all love's delusions And I'm (hmm-hmm) And I'm (hmm-hmm) And I'm scared to lose (And I'm) What's left of you And I should forget But I love what's left The first thing to go was the sound of his voice