[ti:Darker, Colder, Slower] [ar:Trembling Blue Stars] [al:The Last Holy Writer] [00:16.76]The days seem darker now [00:20.26]This sense of winding down [00:23.69]The days seem colder now [00:27.63]This sense of slowing down [00:31.69]When all I knew was your presence [00:35.14]What to do with your absence [00:39.02]When all I knew was your presence [00:43.00]What to do? [00:46.87]Left alone to travel on [00:54.01]Left to grieve silently [01:16.69]I see an open door [01:20.36]I see an empty chair [01:23.82]Someone’s left the room [01:27.43]Still something tints the air [01:31.60]I see an open door [01:36.00]I see an empty chair [01:40.09]Someone’s left the room [01:43.04]Someone left too soon [01:47.00]Left alone to travel on [01:54.09]Left to grieve silently [02:01.51]Maybe not today [02:03.39]Maybe not tomorrow [02:09.19]But where you’ve gone [02:11.37]Someday I’ll follow [02:31.81]There’s never time enough [02:35.34]There’s no one who won’t leave [02:39.11]A constant slipping away [02:42.75]Nothing’s held in place [02:46.54]There’s never time enough [02:49.99]There’s no one who will stay [02:53.94]To the past each day [02:57.74]The future gives up space [03:01.50]Left alone to travel on [03:08.76]Left to grieve silently [03:13.54]