At Vance

A fly on the wall, the light is low an so is the mood
Pictures fade and I’m unable to keep my memories
Traded into walls of stone, nothing there
Fields of green and tears of joy - it?s getting so cold
There?s nothing there to remind me, oh
Everything seems to be broken in a millions pieces
And thousand parts
I can?t put them back together
A puzzle with no solution
Memories, have you forgotten
Where we used to play
Memories, do you remember where we used to play
Where we used to play
Grey and dark, there?s no place for emotions
Seasons change just like a life so don?t let it pass by