Music: Jon Morrison and Junshuo Hou 
Words: Jon Morrison and James Lawrence 

James Lawrence - Lead and Background Vocal
Jon Morrison - Drums / Guitars / Growling  
Jeffrey Kesler - Lead Guitar
Kyle Roche - Bass
Junshuo Hou - Keyboards and Orchestration

Produced by Junshuo Hou and Jon Morrison
Vocal Producer: Peter Wisstoff
Recorded by Junshuo Hou and Jiefu Wang at Liquid Tension Music
Mixed and mastered by Junshuo Hou 
Artwork by Michael Manalo 

Lyrics:

I'm staring out the window
and the things I see are never
meant to last forever

The wind is always blowing
flowing like the ocean will it
carry me away

Away from nights of sorrow
Bring the rain to erode
the tattered memories of the days gone by
But will it come to carry me away

I'm staring out the window
Her shadow is reflected
I cannot reject it
The best days I remember
ended in September
carrying away

A heart that's lost and broken
when words were left unspoken
My shattered memories of the day she died
But has it come to carry me away

Seasons they will change
never to remain
Pictures turn to grey
But has it come to carry me away

CHORUS
The wind is always blowing
and with it comes the rain (wash it all away)
It washes all the memories away
But can it ease my pain

I've traced these lines a thousand times for you
going through my mind
and I've found
things I never wanted to know

One step through the doorway
I see the path before me
desolate and empty

No matter which direction
currents guide connections
that could carry me away

Seasons they have changed
never to remain
Until the day I can forget her name
I will walk this haunted path alone

CHORUS
The wind is always blowing
and with it comes the rain (wash it all away)
It washes all the memories away
But can it ease my pain

The wind is always (the wind always blows)
Will there be no rain (will there be no rain)
The sun has set forever (on me)
Carry me away

September's End

Parallel Truth is a progressive metal project; a collaboration among musicians from Canada, China and USA. 

There once was boy with locks that were flame. He watched his dad play guitar and soon did the same. Dreamin' of fame he was tumbled and humbled. But with every defeat the music stayed constant. Now he teaches by day and on the weekend he rocks it.

September's End

ParallelTruth