The light is playing on the wall. I watch the patterns come and go, and this moment won't come again.
Notes are falling from my fingers, as I play the day away. Playing a game that has no rules.
The trees are bare now, there's nothing left. The trees are bare now, there's nothing left, but I still see you in my head, and you're running down the road. Running faster down the road, to me...
The light is playing on the wall. I watch the patterns come and go, and this moment won't come again.
