Painted morning on the air
Turned around and disappeared
Does it seem so wrongDoesn't seem so wrong
By the moments on the headTaken in and worn again
Does it seem so wrongDoesn't seem so wrong
We don't know...We don't know...We don't know...We don't know...
There's a hole of all the missedSomething gone and something livesDoes it seem so wrongDoesn't seem so wrong
All the gone eyes see the raysEvery moment every wayDoes it seem so wrongDoesn't seem so wrong
There's a hole of all the missedSomething gone and something livesDoes it seem so wrongDoesn't seem so wrong
We don't know...
We don't know...
We don't know...
We don't know...

We don't know...
We don't know...
We don't know...
We don't know...

No simple word,
The open book,
The letter's kill and you can't lookA broken lock,
The empty mouth,
A distant sound creeping out

A long, long, gone melodyA long, long, gone memory of wonder
A silent word,
The poison took,
The shallow eyes take their last lookA whispered doubt,
An empty house,
An autumn leaf on the ground
A long, long, gone melodyA long, long, gone memory of wonder