There is a photograph in a haunted room
filled with memories that have gone too soon
and as I pass by every day
I say 'why does it make me feel this way'?

There is life in the setting of the sun
and you know I think that it should go on
but as it turns around I have to say
'Why does it make me feel this way?'

Laughing sun and laughing moon
I know they sould be and I want to be to
but as it turns out I have to say
'Why does it make me feel this way?'