The daze of days

And the endless road that lies ahead

is like the promise of a Neverland

Where the kids'd run free, no lies, not hatred

again, I fell asleep with you in my head

And the romantic calling of all that's far

The songs of their sirens silence the sounds made by the car

Why do we never take people for what they are?

A label instead of a face is what has been keeping us apart

I was scared of the rain

And from love I refrained

Telling myself 'anyways, these stories all end the same'

but if you ain't got a name

to call for in the hurricane

of the daze of days...

There's no one in the streets, the weather has turned colder

I pass empty park swings and a dirty swirling paper

hands in pockets - the wind shifts, throws my bangs across my eyes

I look up to brush them away and what I see mesmerize me

And I pass closed shops where I'd go with my father

memories of days time keeps pulling farther

As I sing softly, the puffs my breath makes are called by the breeze

Wishing it'll bring my words to your ears, so the secrets could cease -

to be, to haunt me

I was scared of the rain

And to love I refrained

Telling myself 'anyways, these stories all end the same'

but if you ain't got a name

to call for in the hurricane

of the daze of days....I... don't know.

I don't know.

Where are you?

Where are you now?