Из альбома: Defiance
Hours
Sprial and coil into black
Some remebered, some forever gone
Tragic
We never get them all back
The relentless march of time must still go on
The tide is turning
Horizons burning
Your days are numbered
Your future has crumbled
Forgotten
Events obscured by the past
Without remembrance did they occur at all?
Losing
At best a tenuous grasp
And nothing below us to the fall
The tide is turning
Horizons burning
Your days are numbered
Your future has crumbled
Imagine
What moments hose last hours hold
Things we missed that might have changed our lives
Stranded
With no way to get home
The light around us starting to subside
The tide is turning
Horizons burning
Your days are numbered
Your future has crumbled