i shall spare ye the words of a thousand fallen
and of a thousand that have yet risen
shadows pass as words do exchange
one moment here, the next a faded memory
minute keys playing a song not yet written
we play out our lives over and over
never finding end, never finding start
we are not lost, since we are no where to be found
and of a thousand that have yet risen
shadows pass as words do exchange
one moment here, the next a faded memory
minute keys playing a song not yet written
we play out our lives over and over
never finding end, never finding start
we are not lost, since we are no where to be found