Who broke the lamp inside my head.

Who stole the moments that I want back.

Who has the patience that I lack.

I will give you gold and silver for them, maybe I would feel a little more then.

I’ll dance with you in silver shoes and play the game I hate to lose.

Kindle coals of blue and white, the flames will dance throughout the night.

If I fall before the dawn I know my memorie lingers on.

Tomorrow brings another day as our memories fade away.

As they drift upon the sea I know the tide will bring them back to me

I sit atop the the tallest trees,I drift alone upon my sea.