One, two, three, four, five

Four, Three, two, one, zero...



Reason verse of prose or rhyme

Lose themselves in other times

And waiting hopes cast silent spells

That speak in clouded clues

It cannot be a part of me

For now it's part of you



Careful plays on feilds that seem to vanish

When they're in between

And softly as I walk away in freshly tattered shoes

It cannot be a part of me

For now it's part of you



Sunshine, ragtime, blowing in the breeze

Midnight looks right, standing more at ease

Silouhettes and figures stay

Close to what he had to say

And one more time a faded dream is saddened by the news

I cannot be a part of me

For now it's part of you



Sunshine, ragtime, blowing in the breeze

Midnight looks right, standing more at ease



Sunshine, ragtime, blowing in the breeze

Midnight looks right, standing more at ease

Silouhettes and figures stay

Close to what he had to say

And one more time a faded dream is saddened by the news

It cannot be a part of me

For now it's part of you