When the seasons change their flow to a spin,
When the links start to wear, slowly within,
Please, don't ever let those ties begin to tear,
Or lose them to the wind.
Weighed down by the words I could not let myself forget,
They would fill me with deep regret, when
I began to drift peacefully through a soothing fantasy,
Then awoke to discover you had disappeared.
Tying up the appearance I wanted to embrace,
Softly scattering colors of orange without a trace,
Carving pain through my heart which was now an empty space, it's
Fluttering, Fluttering, Fluttering,
To the sky, to the sea or to someplace far away,
I'd try, to deliver a lasting bond that time couldn't fray,
But instead, all the colors of the ties that we have made, are
Fluttering and Fluttering away.
Memories once bright, flicker as they begin to age,
With time, they are lost on a long forgotten page,
They will sleep, in the heart like a dark and empty cage, still
Fluttering, Fluttering, Fluttering,
Yet I wish I could share my heart with you once again,
So now I'll try sending the remnants of those ties if I can,
But like rain, gently falling down to earth on the wind, they're
Fluttering and Fluttering away.