Into a room old curtains broken chairs I walk in through dust on the wooden stairs stone by the trees lost days and faded names pain in my throat no river stays the same they won't be here anymore they won't be here anymore When the time was new long days and laughing eyes walk through the fields sunshine and butterflies a fragile place nothing ever stays for long a foreign land take right and make it wrong they won't be anymore they won't be anymore its all lost to the wind they won't be anymore into a room old curtains broken chairs I walk on through dust on the wooden stairs