| There’s a voice that speaks of time
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| There’s a growing void inside
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| There are doors in life that I can’t seem to find
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| There’s a fire in my dreams
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| Fading day by day it seems
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| There’s a narrow path beneath the fallen leaves
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| The years we tried to deny
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| Still haunt us now
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| There’s a garden deep within
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| Where all life is withering
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| There’s a fall and there’s a wall and there’s a sin
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| There are nails through my heart
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| All hope is torn apart
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| There are footsteps leading to my epitaph
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| The years we tried to deny
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| Still haunt us now
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| I see you stand forsaken
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| On a desolate and distant shore
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| You have been lost for so long
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| No one can ever take you back to how it was
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| Down, feeling down, falling down, sinking further down
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| Misery circles around
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| Wane, feel the pain, gone insane and this life’s to blame
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| Seems like it’s all in vain
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| Dark, the past was dark, the present’s dark, the future seems so dark
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| Alike our hearts
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| Deep is the sleep that life keeps beyond it’s scenery
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| What life sows, we’ll never reap
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| The years we tried to deny
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| Still haunt us now
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| The pain still burns deep inside
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| As life flows by |