It's the end of a day and night is slowly crawling in to open up the book of memory
Behind my closing eyes Chasing visions of the pas tAwakening the places lost in time
Shiny faces, children play Traces of the long forgotten men Where have they gone...
The echoes of my past are flowing through my head The pictures of my lifetime The memories awake
Searching for something to help me to break through the mistery... So,in the end what's to remain? Fading images of distant days...
It's sometimes hard to find the aim, to give the meaning to the running time we share What is the purpose of this game we play, in the end whats to remain... Fading images of distant days...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
