I never thought the sun would shine again    and lonely clouds would settle in    but all the fools have gone    for they were wrong about    what the summer shower brings.       Glassy eyes and flowers on the floor,    a waiting cab and memories    to give a little more.    Our words are unresolved,    they're trapped in the folds    of a book about the art of closing doors.       And I know that you might find me a little bit peculiar    but I'm the one who's supposed to be bringing back the cure .       So won't you just       Open your eyes and see    I'm falling around you    just when I seemed to be floating in velvet skies    I'm hearing the sound of goodbye       My diary pages look so white and bare ,    a passing glance could make you think    that I don't even care.    You couldn't be more wrong,    I've searched for so long    for you and me and what we had before.       And there's times late at night    when the ghost of you comes calling    and though I try to hold you tight    you always slip through by the morning.       Who's to say you won't be back again,    until that day I'll keep falling.....