Из альбома: Chorus of the Saints

Flash forward a century
In an overgrown cemetery
My tombstone lays so peacefully
Dirt and grime over time slowly cover up the line:
"He lived a full life, and so wonderfully"
But no one remembers that life
I'm just history

Nothing more than distant little memories
But I am in a place where
I never felt more home
And now my old life seems to be
Nothing more than distant memories

Sadness strangely fills the mind
Of a young girl trying to find where
They say her great grandfather lies
And as she gazes at the stone
Of a man she's never known
She doesn't think that'll be her one day
Where no one remembers your life

We forget the treasure to come
In a life that won't let us down
Where we're much more than distant memories

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