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In the end, this is what he'll remember,
Those retreating footsteps, heavy as stone.
(In the end, everything is colored amber.)
Nothing's on his face, not even anger,
But old words echo, "You'll only be alone
In the end." This is what he'll remember.
After six shots, forget about sober.
He called for that ride--but he should have known
In the end, everything is colored amber;
Her screams, all the faces drained of color.
A flash of red, the crack of breaking bone,
In the end this is what he'll remember:
The race against time to find the answer
Deep in his brain--the vial that only showed
In the end, everything is colored amber.
He was willing to die to make her better.
And even that was not enough to atone...
In the end, this is what he'll remember.
In the end, everything is colored Amber.