[spoken-word poetry] rain falls on the midnight street, Twelve fading moons beneath my feet, A paper calendar turns to dust, Like every dream we thought would last. The winter whispers, the summer flies, Another year slips through our eyes, We chase the seconds, hold the flame, But tomorrow never stays the same. [Chorus] In the brief span of twelve months, We lose and find what time becomes, In the brief span of twelve months, We lose and find what time becomes, [spoken-word poetry] The heartbeat fades, the seasons run, Like shadows dancing from the sun. I hear the clocks in empty rooms, A quiet song of vanished blooms, The years are rivers, thin and fast, Carrying pieces of the past. [Chorus] In the brief span of twelve months, The world rewrites what it once was, In the brief span of twelve months, The world rewrites what it once was, [spoken-word poetry] Twelve little storms, twelve little skies, A thousand goodbyes hidden in nights, Life is a spark in the endless blue, A fleeting light we travel through. [Chorus] In the brief span of twelve months, We are only echoes in the stream, In the brief span of twelve months, Brief as a breath, bright as a dream.
