| It’s not mine anymore, if it ever was at all
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| If it ever lifted high enough to fall
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| It’s not mine anymore, I release it on a wing
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| May it travel far and wander back again
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| It’s not mine anymore, just a midnight memory
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| Hope and fear of dreams that fade easily
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| It’s not mine anymore, lost to bygone centuries
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| And by God I wish they’d come back home to me
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| It’s not mine anymore, I release it to the night
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| Slip between my vision and my sight
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| It’s not time anymore, I release it to the sound
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| Of every quiet place I’ve ever found
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| It’s not mine anymore, it’s been scattered to the wind
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| Endings bleed into the beginnings
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| Not defined anymore, without a finish or a start
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| It floats between the mind and the heart |