Solar Canvas

(oooh) Fading paint on the wooden sill

Every clock in the house stands still (still)

Tracing lines on the window glass

Waiting for the chill to

pass

And the daylight bends away

Color draining into gray

Lost in the quiet space we left behind

Searching for something we will never find (never find) Holding onto dust

and winter rain

Every memory

is wrapped in cellophane

Leaves are turning on the gravel path

Silent aftermath (ahhh)

We draw the curtains to keep out the cold

Watching old designs unfold

Wrapped in cellophane (cellophane)

Just a memory of winter rain