A REFLECTIVE MOMENT BEHIND THIS HARDENED FACE
THIS TREE SHELTERS ME FROM THE DRIVING RAIN
EVERYTHING I'VE SEARCHED FOR
EVERY QUESTION LEFT UNANSWERED
LIE SCATTERED ROUND ITS BASE
OVER THE NOISE I TRY TO REMEMBER
BUT IT'S HARD TO HERE
THIS PLACE IS BUSIER NOW
THE WORLD'S MOVED ON 19 YEARS
BUT IF I LISTEN HARD
ABOVE THIS SOUNDTRACK TO OUR LIVES
A BRASS BAND PLAYS THE LAST DANCE
I'M STILL SEARCHING THROUGH IT ALL
AND I STILL HEAR YOUR CALL
I KNOW THERE'S NOTHING LEFT HERE FOR ME
JUST THIS SENSE OF MY OWN MORTALITY
IN THIS GARDEN NOW, FAMILIAR SENSES
I RECOGNISE FROM DAYS GONE BY
BUT THIS FEELING OF CHANGE
LIKE THE LAST DAYS OF SUMMER
I CARRY WITH ME NOW
I'M STILL SEARCHING THROUGH IT ALL
AND I STILL HEAR YOUR CALL
I KNOW THERE'S NOTHING LEFT HERE NOW FOR ME
JUST THIS REMINDER OF MY OWN MORTALITY
THERE'S SO MUCH EMOTION AT TIMES LIKE THESE
HOW ARE WE SUPPOSED TO SEE?
WHEN ALL THAT'S LEFT IS JUST A FADING MEMORY
AND ASHES
SCATTERED TO THE MERCY OF THE FOUR WINDS
