as i'm leaving

as i'm leaving a change comes on my eyes, these streets persuading me with mumbles strange goodbyes, and through the water, through the ring, to the soul of everything, throw my heart out on the stones, and i'm almost gone, and there's no meaning in clothes and coffee cups, cheap hotel furniture where silence never stops, and through the water, through the ring, to the soul of everything, throw my heart out on the stones, and i'm almost gone, and now i'm dreaming i'm staring at the walls, at cars all frozen now in late night winterfalls, and through the water, through the ring, to the soul of everything, throw my heart out on the stones, and i'm almost gone