There Is an End

There Is an End - The Greenhornes

Words disappear

Words once so clear

Only echoes passing through the night

The lines on my face

Your fingers once traced

Fading reflection of what was

Thoughts rearrange

Familiar now strange

All my schemes drifting on the wind

Spring brings the rain

With winter comes pain

Every season has an end

I tried to see through the disguise

But the clouds were there

Blocking out the sun the sun

Thoughts rearrange

Familiar now strange

All my schemes drifting on the wind

Spring brings the rain

With winter comes pain

Every season has an end

There's an end

There's an end

There's an end

There's an end