Hold on now, we're almost there On the go, I lost your breath I turned around and you were gone, night heard your sound On the road, you turned to air I could feel my bed in Hell I heard your cry in my own voice, I tried to find your face in mine I held your touch in my form, I held on I turned around, and I was gone Why turn around when time moves on? Why wait to see what we saw? We turn to salt