Besedila: Slow Coming Day. Pages Yet To Be Written.

Another page turns in my life as I'm left here
Contemplating how the sky can appear so clear
Then turn gray and as the rain falls down on my face
And as the rain falls on my face
A darkness lingers
And haunting memories plague my mind
Vivid pictures of all the past times
And all I left behind, I left behind
I'm standing in a crowd, yet I am all alone
Trying to figure out just what went wrong here
And as the rain falls down on my face
And as the rain falls on my face, a darkness lingers
And haunting memories plague my mind
Vivid pictures of all the past times and all I left behind
I left behind