The Beautiful Ruins

She's not who she used to be

And no more will I see

The new light shining in her eyes

The mist before her rise,

Of all the doors she holds the key,

Oh the one she's closin';

Of all the people she could wish to be,

Oh the one she's chosen.

She's not who she used to be

And it's not up to me

To stay her standing on the stair

With sunlight in her hair,

0h you know that it's so funny

The changes that time manifests,

But I would've bet you money

That she was different from the rest.

     So let's just stare at the beautiful ruins

     And the broken pieces of long ago;

     And if I stay here with the ghosts of evening

     This time I'll learn the things I already know.

Because spring turns to summertime

Do the flowers have to fade,

To see that dream so rare a find

Changing hands for a masquerade.

She's not who she used to be

She's flown so far from me,

And left the sweetest worlds at my command

To crumble into sand.

0h how she turned me inside out,

How she cut me through and through;

I saw her on the roundabout,

I looked three times before I knew.

     So let's just stare at the beautiful ruins

     And the broken pieces of long ago;

     And if I stay here with the ghosts of evening

     This time I'll learn the things I already know.