The cold sharp wind goes rushing round,
Lifting old leaves up off the ground,
Think of all the things you’ve said,
All those dreams they end up dead,
Its funny how your just the same,
Been here before not playing this game,
First your here and then your gone,
Just like night follows breaking dawn….
Lifting old leaves up off the ground,
Think of all the things you’ve said,
All those dreams they end up dead,
Its funny how your just the same,
Been here before not playing this game,
First your here and then your gone,
Just like night follows breaking dawn….
An empty space.... 