The blank page
In front of your face
The sky is weeping tears upon the roof
Memory is fading by the day
Well don't be afraid
Of the cycling charade
As you sing
Of longing
You waste so much time
Dreaming in the night
The sky is weeping tears upon the roof
Memory is fading by the day
So why do you conspire
For when to reconcile
For he vacates the room
For the dying to be found
For sounds are undermined
So why do you conspire
For when to reconcile
For i am long deranged
For you are not awake