And my voice fades through the dawn
I’m waiting for time to run
Lights off, night down…
Here is the last sense of compassion for us
In beauty, for all that is worth
Mad season, swell season… Our season
Not a wind of spring, nor a thunder of fall
And your voice fades into the flaws in my memory
Are we too old to defy destiny?
Are we too young to ignite the catastrophe?
And I feel like I’m home when I’m with you
The illusion of the biggest fool
And we fade into the alluring trades of love… For good… For now…