The answer is eluding me
To question growing from within
That carries peace and sleep
away
Like scraps and wreckage passing days
Newspapers sad and faded lines Of life Existed once and times Gone by
With only memories at bay Surviving somewhere deep inside Awaken to the sound of rain From tortured dream
To realize You can't go back and find oblivion in lost
Newspapers sad and faded lines Of life Existed once and times Gone by
With only memories at bay Surviving somewhere deep inside Awaken to the sound of rain From tortured dream
To realize You can't go back and find oblivion in lost