Standing high above the crawling wasted world
Another day goes by
I have not lost my way
Against the heavy tides of
And the night shall cry
For her heart belongs to day
And
Another hour gone
The same as those before
My thoughts are there
Looking down at my life
I find the cold stare of
Looking down at my life
I find the cold stare of
All this time, everything felt so real as
All this time,
As I slept
You whispered in my dreams
You said
That fate could
Morning frost settles on the land
See the gray clouds gather
All
Cold, something cold has crept inside
Something I can't mend
In the
On the shore lies a lost and broken dream
Silver shines
As Silent as the rain fall
He whispers in the
I am the end, I am the past again
I watched
Away, we grow cold as years pass
Who we were echoes
Everything is rising again
The things I thought were dead
The past
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