Silent roar, normal for a lion in a hospital gown We should exchange our numbers in case she never comes around Somehow I'm somewhere neutral All the way to ash and bone We're not there yet - face full of hope Is it late to ask for you to remain? Fate, here I come Vulturine, inevitable Had I not picked up the phone, would she be home? What were her very last words? Do you recall? Remain Fate, here I come Denial as usual