Looking at myself in the mirror, I find someone in a penitent mood He never looks like me smiling in the picture who seems not to know the fear of getting old What is still left for me are the scars for which I used to be honored Hearing the trees outside roar, I feel like now I'm obscured and lost to the sands of time lost to the sands of time I'm just lost to the sands of time Drown with iridescent life, once our eyes saw the truth Beauty is but an itinerant butterfly it's fluttering around youth Then it leaves you behind soon after finding you don't own a picture by Basil What remains here is the scent of summer which is lingering, still making you dazzled and lost to the sands of time lost to the sands of time You are still dancing in the cold room that was once filled with love and sprees Now we are back from the dream which is given to the next somebody and lost to the sands of time lost to the sands of time