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, (4x)
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