Words disappear
Words weren’t so clear
Only echos passing through the night
The lines on my face
Your fingers once traced
Fading reflection of what was
Thoughts re-arrange
Familar now strange
All my skin is drifting on the wind
Spring brings the rain
With winter comes pain
Every season has an end
I try to see through the disguise
But the clouds were there
Blocking out the sun (the sun)
Thoughts re-arrange
Familar now strange
All my skin is drifting on the wind
Spring brings the rain
With winter comes pain
Every season has an end
There’s an end