The Diary

And it came from nothing
But there was always something
The way the sky burned brighter
And the nights grew darker

I'll hold on to everyone
That I hold dearest to my heart
And I won't forget them
I won't forget them

Fading, always fading
And I never needed more
Waiting, always waiting
Scraped across the wooden floor

And the passing time reaches out
And covers me with images
Of everyone that I have known
Or ever had to see

And I won't forget them
And I won't forget them

Fading, always feeling
And I never needed more
Waiting, always waiting
Scraped across the wooden floor

When a day is done
Another setting sun is down
When the day is done
Another setting sun

Waiting, always waiting
Scraped across the wooden floor

Scraped across the wooden floor
When will you be coming home?
Scraped across the wooden floor
When will you be coming home?

Scraped across the wooden floor
When will you be coming home?
Scraped across the wooden floor