A wall clock's beating aimlessly
It's like snow you saw at winter dawn
The faded dream, it's like childhood
Happiness, you had left, is hidden in the faded light
You scoop sand so life won't come away
And run it into an hourglass
You're looking for someone so life won't come away
And wind up a screw of the clock, taking deep breath
There's a broken pen without any inks
You haven't got things to write or there's no need to write
Faded paints, it's like your adolescence
Peace of mind, you had felt, is hidden in the faded light
You scoop sand so life won't come away
And run it into an hourglass
You're looking for someone so life won't come away
And wind up a screw of the clock, taking deep breath
As if you were dreaming
The warmth of the sun's still there