And we went to find the sun,
 And we found it very red.
 And we sought to find the end,
 To where it all begins.

But we never found it there,
 'Cause it never really was.
 And that's when I found myself,
 In the song that you had sung.

Though you sang it very well,
 I was feeling sort of sad,
 As I hovered in the shadow,
 Of the soul that you'd once had.

And your footsteps echoed on,
 Through the hallways of my mind.
 And your voice seemed far and distant,
 As though from another time.

And we talked and sipped our tea,
 In the garden by the sea.
 And the church bells spaced out grayly,
 In the morning's memory.

And the clocks were spinning backwards,
 Subtracting from our lives.
 But the end to the beginning,
 Wasn't ever ours to find.