Losing sleep, in too deep
Fading sun, what have I done
Came so close to what I need most
Nothing left here
Cut the ties, uncover disguise
Left behind all intertwined
Lost control, moved out of the role now
Nothing's left here
Leave it be
It was meant for me
Soul sacrifice
Forgot the advice
Lost track of time
In a flurry of smoke
Waiting anxiety
For a fair judgement deserved
A rhythmic breath between the trees
Rolls feebly upon the breeze
And float above to meet the eaves
And stir the whispering newborn leaves
These ivory piano keys breathe silently
And speak the words with subtle ease
This song entails the summers plea
Though alone at last we may never be
Always summer, always alone
Song Via: "Brideshead Revisited"