The Black Forest at the border of Germany
Where you met up with your own mortality
The smell of burning rubber underneath the seat
While your mother screamed at home helplessly
So I thought of the last note that you left outside my door
A red bird, a chair, the house where my father was born
Oh, how I miss all your energy
And our study of semantic memory
That car crash made us realize what was lost
Our youth and our beliefs in the occult
Your eyes glowed one last time in the dark
We’ll never really know who was at fault
Oh, how I wanted to wait and see
The photos and stories of your trip overseas
But before we could enjoy each other’s company
It all ended in that fatal emergency
So I thought of the last note that you left outside my door
A red bird, a chair, the house where my father was born
Oh, how I miss all your energy
And our study of semantic memory
That car crash made us realize what was lost
Our youth and our beliefs in the occult
Your eyes glowed one last time in the dark
We’ll never really know who was at fault
Well, I'll never really know who was at fault
At fault