Where do all the stories go
When the ashes fall and the wind blows
Do they melt away like flakes of snow
There is so much that I'll never know
Like what will happen when we die
Why does music make me cry
And where do all these answers hide
There is so much that I'll never find
So much that I'll never find
So much that I'll never find
Where do all the shadows go
When the sun comes up and the rooster crows
Sometimes I feel them in my bones
And they reveal themselves when I'm alone
There are some things that I'll never show
Some things that I'll never show
There's so much that I'll never know
And it weighs me down
All my questions, all my doubts
Are catching up to me now
So much left to figure out
Where do all the stories go
When the ashes fall and the wind blows
Do they melt away like flakes of snow
There is so much that I'll never know
There is so much that I'll never know