Smoother surface than before 

eyes set to a different shore 

But what of that which lives within this face 



Sweeter scent than before 

renewed temptation, open door 

But what of that which stirs inside this body 



My colours have faded to gray 

I know 

Inside I feel the same 

You've left to see a fresher show 

To burn another flame 



Warmer weather than before 

storming fire now in store 

But what of the lightning we made 



My colours have faded to gray 

I know 

Inside I feel the same 

You've left to see a fresher show