Under the Hornbeam I was you, you were me Under the sacred blue moon There lay a sweet scene Reflections dancing in the stream Almost like the universe knew That this was the last night It feels like the first time What if it's the end of it all? Ask yourself some questions What were your lessons? Where did it all go wrong? And when the second light fades then we're gone When the second hand stops Under the Oak tree I hear you calling out for me Deafened by the swelling storm I feel like I'm floating Drifting endlessly Surrendered to the comforting warmth This is the first time you look back to your life Do you know you lived it well? Mistakes like snowflakes Melting on the pavement Ceasing to be visible And when the second light fades then we're gone When the second hand stops