All the feelings, they remain like a still life
Your heart is in your hands, your knowing looks
Trailing long the water, leaving softer than a sigh
Walking from the shadows, a fear of sadness grows
When all that really matters left to lose
A dying swansong, forever lost, your cries of glory
I'm all alone, I'm all alone
Softer than a sigh
All the feelings, they remain like a still life
From the river comes a figure, drifting slowly by
The rain is falling down like silence through a shroud
A dying swansong, forever lost, your cries of glory