At the end of days, at the end of time   When the Sun burns out will any of this matter?   Who will be there to remember who we were?   Who will be there to know that any of this had meaning for us?      And in retrospect I'll say we've done no wrong   Who are we to judge what's right and what has purpose for us?   With designs upon ourselves to do no wrong   Running wild unaware of what might come of us      The Sun was born, so it shall die   So only shadows comfort me   I know in darkness I will find you giving up inside like me   Each day shall end as it begins   And though you're far away from me   I know in darkness I will find you giving up inside like me      The Sun was born, so it shall die   So only shadows comfort me   I know in darkness I will find you giving up inside like me   Each day shall end as it begins   And though you're far away from me   I know in darkness I will find you giving up inside like me      Without a thought I will see everything eternal   Forget that once we were just dust from heavens far   As we were forged we shall return, perhaps some day   I will remember us and wonder who we were      The Sun was born, so it shall die   So only shadows comfort me   I know in darkness I will find you giving up inside like me   Each day shall end as it begins   And though you're far away from me   I know in darkness I will find you giving up inside like me      The Sun was born, so it shall die   So only shadows comfort me   I know in darkness I will find you giving up inside like me   Each day shall end as it begins   And though you're far away from me   I know in darkness I will find you giving up inside like me