There Is An End - The Greenhornes, Holly Golightly

The lines on my face,

Your fingers once traced,

Fading reflection of what was.

Thoughts re-arrange,

Familiar now strange,

All my skin is drifting on the wind.

Spring brings the rain,

With winter comes pain,

Every season has an end.

I try to see through the disguise,

But the clouds were there,

Blocking out the sun (the sun).

Thoughts re-arrange,

Familiar now strange,

All my skin is drifting on the wind.

Spring brings the rain,

With winter comes pain,

Every season has an end.

There`s an end,

There`s an end,

There`s an end,

There`s an end,

There`s an end