A painting of a young girl sleeping, framed in silver
  While all her life is time
  Winter is failing dignity... she draws the shade
  And lying to her grace
  Thinks she feels security... Where nothing dies
  
  She speaks in soft filter smiles
  Tastes the rain of memories water... can't heal her pain
  She stares into a mirrors cracked and broken lines
  A little girl waves goodbye
  
  She's fading as her hour glass runs out
  So sorry for the pain
  Still waiting for a girl from the magazines
  A torn and yellowed page
  
  In her darkened room she cries
  For faces, now shining halos
  Can't believe what time has done for her
  Can't stop thinking through the frame
  
  She's fading as her hour glass runs out
  So sorry for the pain
  While all her life is time
  Winter finds a place for her, and draws the shade