Gone

In the sweet lull of the amaranth dawn

In the sweet lull of the amaranth dawn Are silhouettes that glow and gleam and dance

In the sweet lull of the amaranth dawn Are silhouettes that glow and gleam and dance They promise me no need to mourn

In the sweet lull of the amaranth dawn Are silhouettes that glow and gleam and dance They promise me no need to mourn For while they fade to celadon, another chance

In the sweet lull of the amaranth dawn Are silhouettes that glow and gleam and dance They promise me no need to mourn For while they fade to celadon, another chance Will return with the following morn.

Why, then, should it be, that our colours drain?

Why, then, should it be, that our colours drain? Gone is the fresh chill, gone is the haze

Why, then, should it be, that our colours drain? Gone is the fresh chill, gone is the haze Gone are the dreams that in our youth we chase

Why, then, should it be, that our colours drain? Gone is the fresh chill, gone is the haze Gone are the dreams that in our youth we chase They're lost in the past, and no one can feign

Why, then, should it be, that our colours drain? Gone is the fresh chill, gone is the haze Gone are the dreams that in our youth we chase They're lost in the past, and no one can feign That the wingèd wishes we farewelled to space

Why, then, should it be, that our colours drain? Gone is the fresh chill, gone is the haze Gone are the dreams that in our youth we chase They're lost in the past, and no one can feign That the wingèd wishes we farewelled to space Will ever find their way home again.