I kneel alone upon a hill outside the city
My fingers grip a rounded stone that bears a name
My tears are falling on a letter that I wrote you
The wilted flowers sing the silence of my pain

It's like a picture perfect scene of love
and grief and hate and loss
And it's okay that i still love you
when i kiss her lips
Cause you are dead and she's alive
and it was time that I move on

She doesn't look like you, but she feels like an angel
She holds a broken man, her head upon my chest
I never told her of the letter that I wrote you
It's the only way I had of laying you to rest

It's like a picture perfect scene of love
and grief and hate and loss
And it's okay that i still love you
when i kiss her lips
Cause you are dead and she's alive
and it was time that I move on

The letter fades upon a hill outside the city
Leaned on the headstone of someone I've never met
I know it's wrong that I pretend you're underneath it
But that's the only way I ever will forget