Shapes of the light made in the rain, seeing a scene seen over again, The colour of sky is never the same, after the day is taking a stand. Question time unknown, slipping by like the night, Darkness won't hurry home, we never once got it right. Never said a word, tiny lights in a darkened world, We never ever said a word. It feels so strange, like one last game, Before the evening came, it feels so strange.