Cobwebs

Sunlight falls on your hands 
  As you type, 
  Well just something in my head 

  Standing in this empty space 
  Your desk is gone 
  But the wall's still dark from where it went 

  This position is not open now, for applicants 
  The application forms got shredded 
  There was faulty wording in the documents 

  I can still hear you laughing 
  Coming up them rickety stairs 
  Laughing as the springtime 
  Filled your lungs with air 
  Spare notes rung out 
  Like the patches of your hair 
  Like violets 
  Like birds inside the bells 

  A gray ghost prowls 
  In the back of my mind 
  While the sun is out 

  (No its still up and the light is shining) 
  Its seasons push and pull enough to get us 
  Through well but my mind is open now, 
  No more than a door is open to an empty room 

  The position is not open now, for applicants 
  The application forms got shredded, 
  There was faulty wording in the documents 

  I can still hear you laughing 
  Coming up them rickety stairs 
  Laughing as the springtime 
  Filled your lungs with air 
  Spare notes rung out 
  Like the patches of your hair 
  Like violets 
  Like birds inside the bells 

  If somehow, I'd have known, I'd have rather gone 
  Down with the ship than be with out, 
  If only for the chance, to hold your hand, 
  To be your friend 
  I never got a last time, I would've rather gone 
  Down, than this 
  The war is over 
  The war is over 
  The war is over, and I am wading 
  In the sinking ships 

  If only I'd have known 
  If only I'd have known