Rosebud Was the Name of His Sled

I think you planned your escape because you refused to go down in flames Just slip away in a dream and let the fog envelop you in sleep You left me thousands of clues. I see one every time that I read the news Listening to backwards melodies. A sound that echoes through the centuries Time it slips away. I think about you every day And you stay the same age as I get old Was everything in vain or would it all have happened just the same? A cool kiss to smooth away the fears and soon enough it all will disappear And at the end of the final reel the camera pulls away and slowly it reveals It was his sled all along. And now I know you can't be dead and gone Time it slips away. I think about you every day And you stay the same age as I get old Left in disarray as I watch you fade away Theres nothing I can say, I just feel cold Time it slips away. I think about you every day And you stay the same age as I get old