How many stories have faded

In these corners of our hearts

Or gone away with the breeze

As fallen leaves, our lost parts

Some of 'em have rolled down

Our eyes as tiny crystal pearls

These silent, cursed creatures

Gettin' lost in fate's sad swirls

Some absorbed in soft pillows

Dried up by the next morning

Some always stuck in Autumn

And never making it to Spring

Often scribbled in cute diaries

An' hidden in quiet wardrobes

Or rolled down our wet bodies

To be soaked up by bathrobes

Oh written on crumpled paper

Eaten up by the corner dustbin

Or arriving with a lost traveler

To be forgotten at a closed inn

Often evaporating into thin air

From window panes after rain

Or mixed in that metallic taste

Of blood after bitin' lip in pain

Sneaking into forbidden kisses

Stolen in the darkness of night

And left trapped in love letters

Unopened, never again in sight

Choked by the codes of society

Oh strangled by cord of hatred

Or taken by Earth during wars

In soldiers' blood, crimson red

Some tappin' away at the door

In the middle of this afternoon

Or riding the wind at the night

Across soft clouds to the moon

Do you see them floating away

With high tide on the seawaves

Or, as ever, they're goin' to end

Echoing in the hollow graves..?