The Lock and the Key

Script
 That coils 'round my arms
 Prayers of a long lost priest
 Descriptions of a world beyond
 Promises they can't keep
 I hold my torch up high
 In search of the key to the lock
 Yet I always forget one truth
 I am not one with this flock
 Standing on the precipice of death you question
 Why am I here?
 The echoes of our deep November
 Resounding and clear
 You were never the key, though I hear faint echoes of your knock
 Our paths no longer cross, and I will never be your lock
 Brace
 We've never held the same beliefs
 Despite our lucid hopes, we live the life beneath
 What sense is there to grip the memories of a life that's lost
 Perhaps one day we'll find each other's gaze
 In the frost