The golden tree of novelty looked upon the rocks of the deep blue see
He said: forever is not what it seems and forever is not what it's supposed to be
So what's the deal cause I am me?

The eyes in the sky looked lost as they searched for sanity
But the warmth shall stay untill the end of days
And shall the sun decide to fade away; then all days will be night

When the final leaf falls, will the hollow matter of thoughts be drawn into a whirlpool of endless and hopeless dreams?
Would we have lived for a something with no meaning?
What will we do when it drops and is sent back to the beginning?
Does the spinning make you dizzy or maybe even worried?
Don't you worry, cause the clock on the wall still goes tick...