Saw It Coming Lyrics - Singles - What's Left Of The Sun

How fast will the maples turn yellow 

and light our walk in the park 

To live is to travel a journey 

from the roots to the outer bark 

The story will end 

when the breeze falls asleep 

And everything is silent 

like tears to a cheek 

I've been counting my breaths 

in phase with the beating of my heart 

It's losing it's rhythm 

I'm losing my spark 

From the cradle to ash 

From the present to the past 

From an infant to an elder 

I held the beat of my drum for as long as I was able 

Life was a book in reverse 

the best things came first 

but the last chapter was 

the first that i found comfort in 

The mist will take me away 

and we all knew that it would 

I almost want it to happen 

although it's not what I should 

wish for something to come 

something useful to be 

where I'm wanted again 

a place for old eyes to see 

You came to visit my bed 

Said you missed my voice 

That a piece of the puzzle 

had just vanished and gone 

Life was stripped from my bones 

and I could see in your eyes 

that you've have been thinking of stones 

and what to write on mine 

But as time has come to 

take what it wants 

I can't help to think about 

things I've lost 

and all ambitions that I 

never had time to explore 

And looking back at it, honestly there were a lot 

I guess no one's ever satisfied with what they've got 

I've been thinking of stones 

I'm still counting my breaths 

but i can hardly hear the beating of my heart 

still counting my breaths, 

inhale exhale 

So now I'm at the bottom of my troubled mind 

with a pocket full of borrowed time 

I'm still walking down this mountain path 

but now I've almost reached the end 

And as I sit down on this mound of failures and old dreams 

while the sun's last rays warm my face 

the same words keep ringing in my ears 

we never have enough time 

And so it seems 

death drilled a hole within in my dreams 

and i fell down 

And so it seems 

there is no cure for this disease 

and we're all sick 

You will find me inte the past