Running through secret woods
Dirt smeared against our cheeks...

Am I hurting you by saying I love you?
Should I lie and say we're done...

The blue moon shines down
Drying the last of my tears...

Broken wax crayons
crumbling into dust...

We think that wind wishes nothing more,
than to blow our dreams astray...

The blackest of moons,
still shines shadows on the night...

I left so many people behind
So many memories left now confined...

Retreating into silence
A world thats all my own...

Remember all of those songs,
the ones we listened to a million times...

Everyday talk of the future
The future of everyone but me...

The days of searching have come to an end
Abrupt and unforgiving but I'll never go back...

How is life suppose to end,
filled always with dread...