All I ever knew was not right.

Strumming a guitar, in the silent night.

The echo of chords, take off in the distance.

A melancholy melody of better times,

Rings through the crisp air.

An audience of one watches from above.

The man in the moon.

The man in the moon.

I always seem to give up on myself.

All alone, and nothing for miles.

Except for this here guitar,

And a pocket of ideas.

Fluttering like butterflies,

They want to escape.

But no one will hear them,

Songs for the deaf.

I always seem to give up on my dreams.

As silence overcomes the power of me.

The man in the moon,

Doesn't even applaud.

As the spotlight above me fades.

The curtain will close.

Goodnight, my dear friends.

There's nothing more that I can do.

The words I speak are empty,

The chords I play are silent.

The fire burns itself out.

Forever an artist,

Never a flame.

In retrospect

In retrospect

Our love should have lasted a whole lot longer.

I was there when you woke up,

And there when you fell asleep.

Felt like you were always in my arms,

You held my heart all day.

But only if I could hold this moment,

In the sands of time.

There'd be no need for regret.

In retrospect

I should have kept on smiling.

Though colour faded away,

A shadow of monochrome.

A silhouette of crashing waves,

Delivering a knock-out punch.

Goosebumps covered my arms

And you never said goodbye.

In retrospect

The artist painted a picture.

Which I can still describe,

It had me standing in front of you.

On the shoreline,

We stood so happy and free.
In retrospect,

You had me.

In retrospect

No one was as lucky as I.

And we almost joined hands,

And basked in reflection.

Put on my sunglasses again,

Dipped my feet in the sand.

Oh summer, oh sun.

Please - will you stay?