Shades draw once more
Opera recedes
Tin man shrieks last call
Sound swept by the breeze
So we fall far from twisted trees
Preconceived notions seem so naive
Youth it's gone now but still remains in me
I wish we could
Left for good
Recollecting
As we loose sound and daydreams
Superman seems to not fly by and save me
No regrets just memories
It has been good
I wish we could
But so it shall be