All that is left are rags and wood, an instant spell 
Once I stood tall and faced the wind, a smile with grace 
You are a flower in bloom, a simple thing 
I am the softly falling rain, who lost it all 

Summer feelings in the darkness
Colourless again in spring 
Now I know you won't be calling 
Now I know it's not the same 

You are a flower in bloom, a simple thing 
I am the softly falling rain, who lost it all