when the time runs out
i will come around through the backstreet of my mind
looking and fighting for the dreams i shouldn't have
my heart, my song, my sunshine and my moonlight
then it's funny how i didn't know it
burn on the water
flood on the fire
and it's bleeding without blood
it hurts without pain
my moon..
i'm on my knees, empty
begging for the flowers that wouldn't bloom
and for the melody that never played in rhythm
