Left with images of you pouring from my eyes:  You young, you here, day dawning, eyes wide.    Just images, just images  All that's left  All that I can find.    Like water  From a cactus  In the desert of my mind.    Little to big: o' brother, you leave me like blood from my veins.  Big to little: o' brother, you leave me like blood from my veins.    In a room that holds you  Like a guilt-ridden paralyzing cell:    No calls  No mail  No visitors for when you're in hell.    Forced hellos  Rushed goodbyes  And best wishes for you in the meantime    My face seen as often as God's  Can let guilt have it's way of owning you  Like a dog.    May to March  March to May  The days fall with the promises I make.    Like water  From a faucet  Into the sink of your faith.    Little to big: o' brother, you leave me like blood from my veins.  Big to little: o' brother, you leave me like blood from my veins.    We always seem to fall with only words to hold  We always seem to fall with only photos to hold  We always seem to fall with only memories to hold  We always seem to fall without family to hold.