All colour is gone Lost time speaks a silent tongue A diluted sun looks down On all the shadows cast wrong
All purpose bled out Miscarried intention ran amok Pinholes of light blotted shut Painted black
What is the purpose behind this Life lived, loved, eventually lost What is this vague emptiness This vacant throne of dust
Still the colours are gone Lost time and its silent tongue The diluted sun gone out No shadows cast any more
Through the years a beacon of memory Shines forgotten and weak Scattered debris of recollection Twisted by time's deceitTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
