It's getting late

It all just wanes and pales and fades away

If we just want it too much

And what a shame if all there is

Is all that's gone away

There's nothing left here for us



Dead light holiday

Killing time to make us stay

Hollow as the promises of yesterday

On and on the music plays



Memories in paraphrase

Falling past my window

Like the morning rain



It's all the same

So many words remaining

Always too late

It never seems worth taking



And all the days

And all the nights lost sleeping

And in the end

The secret not worth keeping