our room is dim
dark and dusty
it was our home
the only place we ever called our own
night after night I’ve sat
watching the candle
night after night I’ve sat
looking at your shadow

what else is left to our life
what else is left to our life
what else is left to our life but memories

staring out the window
I see your reflection
staring cross the meadow
looking for redemption
you’re going away to a place
where I can not follow
your going away to a place
where i’ll never go

what else is left to our life
what else is left to our life
what else is left to our life but memories

silent winter
in a deep black forest
your heart is growing colder
like the graying of the sky
your going to fly
your going to fly

what else is left to our life
what else is left to our life
what else is left to our life but memories


words and music
Phil Celia
©1999 Celiasongs/BMI