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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] pain, 
Every season has an end. 

There's an end, 
There's an end, 
There's an end, 
There's an end, 
There's an end.