The wind goes on, blows by.
Waitin in the park.
Nothin but the sunrise.

Til the leaves wither and die.
Standin' here alone.
All I do is moan

because the memories.

People do walk by.

Waitin in the park.
Nothin but the sunrise.
Waitin for you to come

and save me.
The memories are eating me.
Alive.


Yes I must confess.
In the dark is where I dress

and stayy.
Hiding from the light,
and oh the memories, tonight.

Please oh, come and save me.
tonight.