Текст песни When the Music Dies - Hanging Garden

Through the frozen pane
I see the summer still
I feel the warm, caressing rain
I hear the wind on the hills

Through the August nights
The feel of the warmth of another
Searing harmony within
Oh never again

Will you share this dance with me
With this dance all music dies
Here is where our voices cease
This is where our ways will part

This fleeting memory
Grains of sand through my hands
It runs, like we did once
Oh dearest one

Will you share this dance with me
With this dance all music dies
Here is where our voices cease
Here I bury my wretched heart