I want the Pharaohs, but there's only men...

[light_eternal]

I'm coming home to an empty house
The shades still drawn
The birds flown south
And the last words that came out your mouth
Were full of doubt.

I'm coming home to an empty room
I think the night's come much to soon
And the last thing I can see
Is your long face inside the trees.

Oh these trees grow bare
But I'm still full of something
And the land grows grey
But I'm still bright and hoping

I'm waking up in an empty bed
I've slept right through the sunrise red
And the first thing that I felt
Is your head's cold pillow dent.

I'm walking down the empty hall
It takes no effort to recall
Those morning routines, shady waking dreams
You burst when you goodbye kissed me.

Oh these trees grow bare
But I'm still full of something
And the land grows grey
But I'm still bright and hoping

That Nature's Autumn isn't ours
It can't be our dormant season
That Nature's Autumn isn't ours
to let out those last brilliant pleas
That Nature's Autumn isn't ours
So that you leave while I'm still cleaving
That Nature's Autumn isn't ours
To die.