A hollow silence fills the room The shadow darker, as it looms The sun is rising while the city's coming to An empty promise made for two, A sinking feeling to subdue The final flicker as the light burns out too soon The smoke that's rising through the flue Somewhere over the ocean,
Caught up in the notion That you're fading away. The flower torn out from the root A single point left to refute The moon is rising while the city's coming to A wizened flower past it's bloom. Somewhere over the ocean, Caught up in the notion That you're fading away.