I woke up to find you had gone   Your scent on my pillow remained   Tomorrow we were to be wed      (Chorus:)   Him: The memory’s still clear, the memory’s still clear.   Her: Does he even know that I’m gone? Doesn’t he know I’ll never come home?      Or maybe you never were there   Your scent was just part of my dream   These dreams are common as of late      (Repeat Chorus)      A moment please   To sort out these   Memories, memories (She’s…)   A requiem   A plea for grace   To see your face, to see your face (Gone)