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.