our room is dim dark and dusty it was our home the only place we ever called our own night after night I've sat watching the candle night after night I've sat looking at your shadow what else is left to our life what else is left to our life what else is left to our life but memories staring out the window I see your reflection staring cross the meadow looking for redemption you're going away to a place where I can not follow your going away to a place where i'll never go what else is left to our life what else is left to our life what else is left to our life but memories silent winter in a deep black forest your heart is growing colder like the graying of the sky your going to fly your going to fly what else is left to our life what else is left to our life what else is left to our life but memories words and music Phil Celia ©1999 Celiasongs/BMI