LYRICS
I felt so strange and all alone
Your absence made me fall apart
Without love, without you
And here I am with someone new
And still I feel that I just can't go on
Without love, without you
Other tried to fill your space
Even with this ring I'm incomplete
Without love, without you
For all we know out paths are pre-decided
For all we know the fate govern our lives
For all we know existence is a cycle
For all we know we've played these parts before
I woke up alone
You were no longer there
Why do I think that
Something is not right inside this bed
Your voice rang clear
Sounding out from the lake
You were not alone
Dear god is this really happening?
And every time my darkest memories saturate me in the flood
And from the deepest depths I've hidden what was true
I felt the shame and guilt from things nobody knew
I changed the facts and lived the lie to save myself
She loved him more than me and more than life itself
His body splashed into the waves under a moonlit sky
She took the knife and cut her throat, to live without she'd rather die
I held you by the water's edge
With desperate thoughts on how I could go on
Without love, without you
And looking back it's all so clear
That deep within your heart I always lived
Without love, without you
We're a part of the lie
The years make us question just what we still live for
Love is the ocean we drown in and die for
Some feel we're destined for all that we hope for
Maybe we only learn from what we abhor
The air brings a coldness that smacks of familiar
I've watched him so closely and I know the time's right
The signs are uncanny regardless of reason
And tonight it's calling and I know that he will die.
For all we know out paths are pre-decided
For all we know the fate govern our lives
For all we know existence is a cycle
For all we know nothing at all
Don't you feel this way?
As the sun falls down on me
I know this is truly meant to be
As the sun falls down
We live in the afterglow
Take this breath from me
Take this agony
Give my life for you now
With you I'll always be
STORY
APRIL 4th 1917. 2:15pmMoira was feeling desperate and lonely, something she was not accustomed to. With James gone, she went from one boy to the next, but her whole life felt empty and meaningless. She was still getting all of the attention from men that she could ever want, but somehow, that was no longer enough.
James probably could have made a good husband. He had qualities that most of the others didn’t. Not only did she find him attractive, but also there was a depth to him that intrigued her. Most of the other boys wanted her for her looks, but she knew James saw beyond that. He truly loved her for who she was, and he was the only one who did.
But when Robert proposed to her, she thought about the stability, commitment, and caring he offered. Besides, she knew in her heart that James would never come back to her.
Robert was a simple, small town man who had never been married. He had probably never even dated a woman. Even though he was quite a bit older, his age was balanced with a certain inexperience and naiveté. He had always waited to settle down until he was stable enough to support someone and ready to marry. And he was blinded by the same beauty that had beset so many others.
Robert showered Moira with gifts and tokens of affection, including a new house near the lake where they’d been married. For a while Moira was happy, but soon she felt the familiar ache for something more.
Being the object of so many men’s desires made her feel good about herself. Nothing wrong with that, as long as Robert didn't know.
APRIL 26th 1919. 11:04pmShe was gone. Initially, Robert had thought nothing of the fact that Moira often disappeared in the middle of the night, only to be by his side in the morning. But as the frequency of these disappearances increased so did his curiosity.
One night he feigned sleep, waiting for her to leave. When Moira quietly crept out of bed and out the front door Robert followed.
Keeping his distance, Robert shadowed her down the path to the lake. At the clearing, Robert froze. His eyes widened in shock as he saw his beloved Moira in the arms of another man. They were kissing passionately, tumbling to the ground in urgent haste.
Robert’s hands were shaking in rage and betrayal. His perfect, loyal and pristine girl was being soiled by another man. But he couldn’t take his eyes off them as they made love under the moonlight.
As Moira put her clothes back on she said, "I love you, James. I love you with all my heart. Don't worry, we'll find a way for us to be together again." She kissed him gently and started down the path.
Seizing the moment, Robert jumped out from the woods. He grabbed the young man and they struggled. In fury, Robert reached into his pocket and pulled out his knife. In an instant, he had run the blade across the man’s throat.
James made a wet, gurgling noise and stumbled into the water, just as Moira came running back to the clearing. There in the moonlight, she saw her husband standing over the body. She screamed and ran over to James and cradled his head in her lap, silent tears streaming down her face.
Robert fell to his knees in shock and horror at what he had done. Moira flashed Robert a look of wretched emotion, and without thinking she grabbed the knife from the wet mud and pointed it towards him.
Her eyes were watery and sad. She took another look at her sweet James lying with his throat slit by the water, and looked back at Robert. Moira’s expression never changed or winced as she slit her own throat with the knife that had killed her beloved James.
APRIL 27th 1939. 12:31amIt was the anniversary of the tragedy of Moira and James––the very day 20 years later–– and he could feel it the power of it. He knew the potential significance of the night, and had to prepare himself. He had his suspicions of Jonathan. Mister hot-shot big-city novelist himself who had come into town and rented the very same house that James had rented so many years before. The more he thought about it the more it made sense.
The sheriff turned the key in the ignition, flipped on the headlamps and drove slowly towards the lake. Jonathan was going to die.
APRIL 26th 1939. 11:04pm He waited in silence as his heart pounded faster. There it was again. Jonathan stared at the door, got up from his chair and apprehensively approached the entryway. He took a deep breath, and then slowly opened the door. It was her! He embraced her tightly as if they had been separated for decades.
She smiled warmly and kissed Jonathan softly. Without wasting any time, she took him by the hand and led him down the path through the woods. Jonathan was so overcome by her presence that his head was swimming. He had feared he would never see her again. But here she was, come back to him.
By the light of the pale moon, Jonathan devoured her greedily with his eyes. He was thick with emotion. She pulled him down on top of her by the water. A connection this deep could never be had in real life.
And Jonathan surrendered to the moment…to the inevitable.
She sat up, giggled innocently and kissed him once more. Jonathan smiled back and watched her walk out into the lake. And then she was gone. Jonathan stood up and walked closer to the shoreline. Silence. Just then, the wind began to pick up in the trees all around him enveloping him in the light howling of the forest.
As he looked back towards the lake, the glowing apparition appeared to him again. In the vague transparent figure, he could see the familiar and gorgeous face of the girl, and unlike his last encounter, he felt no fear. In fact, he felt quite at ease and comfortable in its presence, almost...at home.
The spirit, floating above the water, again beckoned to him. Jonathan smiled vacantly at the glowing girl. At that moment, something else caught his attention. Something reflecting the moon’s soft light. Something lying near his feet.
He never even heard the sound of an approaching automobile.
Jonathan picked up the shiny object and again stared into the face of the floating girl. He knew then that he would be with her forever.
Looking into her beautiful and hypnotic eyes, Jonathan smiled as he lifted the knife to his throat, and pulled the blade across his neck.
The water gently lapped at Jonathan’s body in a welcoming embrace. Sheriff Robert was too late.