
4. Fadeaway
The scent of cold, clouds of breath before us
the glaring blankness beyond the door
The atmosphere fills an empty chorus
our footsteps crush on the barren floor
Imprisoned by icy gray reflections
in isolation acknowledge pain
In retrospect, the answers come so clearly
to mend the cracks in our souls again
It fades away
the darkness seeps through the waning bright
It fades away
the black and white in the scenes of our lives.
With crooked smiles and bittersweet acceptance
we face the truths that we cannot hide
and all the while serving out our sentence
remove the stains on our perfect lives
It fades away
the darkness seeps through the waning bright
It fades away
the black and white in the scenes of our lives.
Gone are the faces that told us who to follow
Gone are the voices that sung discord
Gone is the beauty of the lies we swallowed
Gone is the conscience we just ignored
Gone are the signs that told us where we’re going
Gone are the fences that barred the way
Gone is the fear that kept the whirl winds blowing
But, will our history still remain?
The scent of cold, clouds of breath before us
the glaring blankness beyond the door
The atmosphere fills an empty chorus
our footsteps crush on the barren floor.
It fades away
the darkness seeps through the waning bright
It fades away
The scent of cold, clouds of breath before us
the glaring blankness beyond the door
The atmosphere fills an empty chorus
our footsteps crush on the barren floor
Imprisoned by icy gray reflections
in isolation acknowledge pain
In retrospect, the answers come so clearly
to mend the cracks in our souls again
It fades away
the darkness seeps through the waning bright
It fades away
the black and white in the scenes of our lives.
With crooked smiles and bittersweet acceptance
we face the truths that we cannot hide
and all the while serving out our sentence
remove the stains on our perfect lives
It fades away
the darkness seeps through the waning bright
It fades away
the black and white in the scenes of our lives.
Gone are the faces that told us who to follow
Gone are the voices that sung discord
Gone is the beauty of the lies we swallowed
Gone is the conscience we just ignored
Gone are the signs that told us where we’re going
Gone are the fences that barred the way
Gone is the fear that kept the whirl winds blowing
But, will our history still remain?
The scent of cold, clouds of breath before us
the glaring blankness beyond the door
The atmosphere fills an empty chorus
our footsteps crush on the barren floor.
It fades away
the darkness seeps through the waning bright
It fades away