Lyrics

I'm marking time between good-byes
When friends and lovers choose to fly.
The best of times, they do not last.
What once was now, is now the past.
When I was young I used to love
And told the world my thoughts thereof.
But now the truth, my heart conceals,
The depth of feeling I do not feel.

Welcome to the gallery.
A display of empty dreams.

I'm marking time between good-byes.
When loosing friends could make me cry.
But nothing, now, is what I feel.
Nothing's sad when nothing's real.
When I was young, I used to live
Through heart and soul, my life to give
To anyone who happened by.
To embrace their love with arms held wide.

Welcome to the gallery.
A display of empty dreams.

Someone just might pity me.
But life was long and wide and free.
And I no longer rue the times
Of social snubs or petty crimes.

Welcome to the gallery.
A display of empty dreams.
A display of empty dreams.