The november leaves fall down
right next to the hope that reminds me
of who I used to be
and who I will never become
again.

Her eyes droop so low, so low to the ground
When the accordion plays

All her dreams are left untouched, but not defined
When the accordion plays

She clings to the ground, holding on tight
When the accordion plays

Nothing disturbs the accordance of the scene
The girl is untouched, but not defined

Her mouth painfully sighs, so loud, yet so soft
When the accordion plays

All her past lives, come back to life
When the accordion plays

She turns on her back, lifeless
When the accordion plays

Nothing disturbs the accordance of the scene-
Except for the girl’s past lives coming back to life

They are all upon us lying deep underground
However their ears remain open above

Their eyes watch as we make our way through the green garden
The garden is fresh with blooming plants and flowers

It symbolizes all that they can't have
They've wasted it away to death

Our realities of dreams are agonizing reminders
For what they can't have

Singing with the shadows, dreaming of an escape
They dance before me, bringing all but delight
Their souls are fierce with might, but here I am,
Defenseless and hopeless

Dreaming with the shadows, singing of a tune
Twisted and deformed with the notes
Wishing away all that was set up for me
Empowered and hopeful

The shadows change the the temperament of the mood
They whisk upon all of our souls
Bringing upon a sorrowful wind of competence
A painful determination of accomplishment
Thank you shadows, thank you

They know far more than you can ever dream of speaking

They can visualize our lives much more vividly

Than anyone can ever imagine.

The moon is out and it's shining through all of us
Revealing all we have yet to keep in secret

This fine Friday night will exploit all that we wish to
conceal

The time's lost and it would've been great to
Make it last forever as it seemed

But the time's gone
You can't get it back

So long, time.

Evil, yet beautiful time.