كلمات The Diary

And it came from nothing But there was always something And when the sky burned brighter And the nights grew darker Hold on to everyone That I hold dearly To my heart And I wont forget them I wont forget them Fading, always fading Never needed more Waiting, always waiting Scraped across the wooden floor And the passing time Reaches Out And Covers Me With Images Of everyone that i have known Are ever hard to see And I wont forget them And I wont forget them Fading, always fading Never needed more Waiting, always waiting Scraped across the wooden floor When the day is done Another setting sun is down When the day is done Another setting sun Waiting, always waiting Scraped across the wooden floor Scraped across the wooden floor When will you be coming home? Scraped across the wooden floor When will you be coming home? Scraped across the wooden floor When will you be coming home? Scraped across the wooden floor