Every day down the lane
Trees swaying in the wind of my despair
Second hand thoughts, second hand words
Second hand ticks down to follow me, follow me
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Every day down the lane
Trees swaying in the wind of my despair
Second hand thoughts, second hand words
Second hand ticks down to follow me
You walked with me, a figure in the snow
And sunshine now gone
I figured you were okay
But desolation under warm skies pricked my soul
I feel it slipping through my hands
A life and time it turns to sand
Old melodies are all that I am
Play for me, a sweet symphony
My reverie, I dream it alone
Please don't leave, no trace of me
But poetry that's made out of stone
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There once was colour, vivid fleeting perfection seen through
The prism of our lives trapped through the looking glass
Release me, been leaning on thin air
You took your place and I'll soon be there
I feel it slipping through my hands
A life and time it turns to sand
Old melodies are all that I am
Play for me, a sweet symphony
My reverie, I dream it alone
Please don't leave, no trace of me
But poetry that's made out of stone
Play for me, a sweet symphony
My reverie, I dream it alone
Please don't leave, no trace of me
But poetry that's made out of stone