My soul is empty, it has no volume.
It is translucent, no substance, no value...

It lives within us all
no matter how hard we try...

As the cold wind blows it cools your to the bone...

He hides in the shadows just out of sight for if...

As the last grain of sand falls
it makes a thundering sound...

No matter how hard I try
I can not erase the faces...

My world is filled with memories and ghosts
of people and places I have seen...

As the sun fades and darkness arrives
there is a magical time where shadows and sunlight...

As the last grain of sand does fall
and your name the reaper does call...