And when the colors start to change; the shades now turn to hues
He stands beneath and witnesses as the black of night turns to blue
He walks slowly down the road; the moonlight showering down upon him
His words lay in tatters while his thoughts are a gentle hymn
Confused and tired he heads back to home; vacant windows staring at him for what he's for
He looks around and just smiles; smiling for what had happended before
Entering his room he feels empty; a rhythm faltered, a string broken
All because of his love unspoken
