Holly Golightly,<There is an end>
Words disappear
Words once so clear
Only echoes
Passing through the night
Lines on my face
Your fingers once traced
Fade in reflection
Of what was

Thoughts rearrange
Familiar,now strange
All my schemes
Prifting on the wind
Spring brings the rain
With winter comes pain
Every season
Has an end

I'll try
To see through your disguise
For the clouds were there
Blocking out the sun
The sun

Thoughts rearrange
Familiar,now strange
All my schemes
Prifting 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