THE TRUTH IN MY REFLECTION
IS SOMETIMES HARD TO LOOK AT
I CAN'T STOP MOVING FORWARDS
IT DOESN'T MATTER HOW FAR I LOOK BACK
I CAN DREAM AND DREAM AND I CAN WISH
I CAN SCREAM BUT I'M SURE
THERE'S NO-ONE LEFT TO LISTEN
AS THE SUN LEAVES THIS PLACE
AND THE SHADOWS GROW LONG
ALL THE PRETTY LIGHTS LEFT TO SHINE
TO NO-ONE ALONG THE PROM
THE BARS FALL SILENT, THE SHUTTERS CLOSE DOWN
ON THE FADED GLAMOUR OF A SEASIDE TOWN
THE ORANGE RUST STREAKS STAIN PEELING
UNCARED FOR WALLS
THE LONELINESS IN MY FOOTSTEPS
ECHOES THROUGH US ALL
SO I HURRY THROUGH THE BACK STREETS
TO THE WARMTH OF THE CROWD
BUT AS I TURN THE CORNER ON THE HIGH STREET
THERE'S NO-ONE AROUND
THERE'S NO-ONE LEFT HERE AT ALL
AS THE SUN LEAVES THIS PLACE
AND THE SHADOWS GROW LONG
ALL THE PRETTY LIGHTS LEFT TO SHINE
TO NO-ONE ALONG THE PROM
THE BARS FALL SILENT
THE STORM SHUTTERS COME CRASHING DOWN
ON THE FADED GLAMOUR OF A SEASIDE TOWN
THE FADING LAUGHTER ON THE MERRY-GO-ROUND
THE FADING LAUGHTER ON THE MERRY-GO-ROUND
