The skies don't lie,
It's that time of year again.
Truth be told,
The walls keep closing in.
With crystal skin, you're seventeen,
Kept on thinking, where'd you been.
Who's to know? Who's to say?
It doesn't matter anyway.
The winds are cold,
The stars shine dead for you.
Kept playing on,
Thoughts in my head, of you.
The scent of spring, Is fading in.
Kept on waiting, where've you been?
Who's to know? What's to say?
It wouldn't matter anyway.
A window mist,
Covers the road ahead.
Why can't we turn,
And go back home instead?
The hand of fate, is on our hearts.
It wants us away and far apart.
Who's to know? Who's to say?
It wouldn't matter anyway.
The flower beach,
Lost its veins because;
The hearts it tied,
have fallen out of love.
With opened arms,
I see the pouring rain.
I close my eyes.
Hope it's just a dream.
But a pricking pin, is sinking in.
Moments spent through thick and thin.
Will anything ever be the same?
Are things that can't be washed by rain.
Who's to know? Who's to say?
It wouldn't work out anyway...
Anyway...
