Sweet Symphony

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 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 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