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.