Into a room  old curtains broken chairs  I walk in through  dust on the wooden stairs  stone by the trees  lost days and faded names  pain in my throat  no river stays the same  they won't be here anymore  they won't be here anymore  When the time was new  long days and laughing eyes  walk through the fields  sunshine and butterflies  a fragile place  nothing ever stays for long  a foreign land  take right and make it wrong  they won't be anymore  they won't be anymore  its all lost to the wind  they won't be anymore  into a room  old curtains broken chairs  I walk on through  dust on the wooden stairs  Chorus