Smile at your last shot at redemption
You've been tossed around, here to there...

Twisted and mangled memories spill from my head...

Every time he gather himself up
Just one question left to ask...

Rest now angel, the night is gone
Blue skies follow in the coming hours...

The moon's music sings out in the dead of night
When we sit there, quiet, basking in the glow...

It's getting colder out
My season has finally arrived...

He walks out from the path he's clung so tightly...
Out from the trees and darkness that covers him...

New things coming into the picture
A new face and a new idea...

Sooner or later, I'll be the one whose memory...
s t u t t e r...

I didn't get it, I never wanted to
Shame on me, but I get by quickly...

Stumbling onward, the wanderer returns
Gone down some lost path that no one knew...

Laying on that empty bed
Memories play like a movie...