Digging through the attic chest,
throwing kisses across the floor

Digging through the attic chest,
scavenging for something more

Digging through the attic chest,
pushing candy words aside

Digging through the attic chest,
trying to find anything alive

Digging through the attic chest,
tossing souvenirs away

Digging through the attic chest,
seeking something worthy to stay

When all I pitch is all decayed,
digging through the attic chest,

I see that gone is all we made;
Nothing was there, for nothing is left.