What good is the scheming
the planning and dreaming
That comes with each new love affair
The dreams that we cherish
so often might perish
And leaves you with castles in air
When you're alone, who cares for starlit skies
When you're alone, the magic moonlight dies
At break of dawn, there is no sunrise
What lonely hours
the evening shadows bring
What lonely hours, with memories lingering
Like faded flowers, life can't mean anything