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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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