I went back to where I grew up Walked along the sea Bearded, tired me I would pick the proper stones to throw Watch them hit the waves Sinking to their graves And this is how I looked the day you stopped looking And this is how I looked the day you stopped looking I would find a bench and sit a while Peering at the sun Shaking to keep warm And this is how I look the day you stopped looking And this is how I look the day you stopped living For me The breeze will freeze the seas The leaves will leave the trees And you will follow these Like names upon the graves Like secrets in a drawers Like the waves that our washed letters of the shore