Bled the light, tonight, Fading as the lines lie weeping on the page, Nothing was saved, Falling at the sight, Photographs of white print linen, sunny days, All was betrayed, And I think I know, The reason that your light would never stay, And all that's left to show, Are memories now, but I can truely say, I was king for a day, And I think I know, The reason that your light would never stay, And all that's left to show, Are memories now, but I can truely say, I was king for a day