The night fades
with the morning rain
(and filling up my eyes)

skies so grey
thoughts of yesterday
(run bitter in my mind)

the pen is spent
no letters sent - they'll stay here forever
(captive in my mind)

the hours drop
the clock is stopped at nine past never
(spinning out of time)

I see in the dark
and my eyes trace the stars
while my mind feels the scars
when time was ours

peace is cast aside
when memories collide
(and taken with the tide)

lest we forget
the time we spent in days of September
(leaves rushing by...)

Can you see in the dark?
Can you see the same stars?
Do you feel the same scars?
Will time again be ours?