Walking in the shadows of our youth
Such tall shadows
And how cold
We shiver and shudder and realize the truth
Such barren truth
And how cruel
How pointless it is to wander and stare
At the heavens
The merciless heavens
Who dominate all with a calm, steady glare
Oh the heavens
The merciless heavens
We lay claim to the sorrows that wander down here
The sorrows of being
The sorrows of age
We are granted a sight both foggy and clear
We see the end
And the end is near.