The setting sun is already gone
Tomorrow it will come again
But when you leave like that
I never know if it's the end

Nothing that changes is mine
I tried to keep it but now nobody can
But what happens next is you
And what happens to me is your plan

I can't think like that anymore
You want to talk small
But what I said yesterday
Was more than saying that's all

It was a nice day once
Like a child playing on swings
But what I see in you anymore
Is a child playing with my strings

~                     *         In our hearts there is a lacking
                                       We made these boxes meant for stacking
To build our pyramids right to the top
                                 In hope to fill the hole
                                             But in truth we've no control
       In this stream of life were ascending
                         And we are all just pretending
                              To look full and whole to the rest of the world
       But maybe its just a tax
                         To these lives that where attached
         So that hole will be full
                                      once we've gone
                             Yet still I'm wrapped inside this coil
      That with it brings turmoil
               Though i am still young
                      I feel my soul is old and done
     So with what time i have left
                                              I will sit and take deep breaths
                             And listen gently to the falling rain