Mournful footsteps toward our yesterdays, Twilight now but heartbeats lead the way. The flicker of love lost still lights this path, As we search forever the echoes of our past.
Gentle go we toward that hallowed ground, Where all our heartbreak happiness is found. The hopes we had are a passion still ablaze, Still it burns for us in these our darker days.
That place outlives each and everyone of us, In that eternity we find the only things we trust. The faith we placed upon that sacred ground, Upon which all our hopes and dreams are found.
All the lost souls, see them Counting shallow blessings; Forgotten causes, fallen idols, Open wounds and seeping hopes. So many broken dreams, hear them Crying for their hollow faith; Darkened hearts, bitter taste, Shattered lives and loves laid waste.
Ink blue sky, Silhouette arms that reach for you. Cold the breath of God, Awash this hallowed isle. Twilight is here, Hold the march of time. England you my England, For yet a little while.
Your life was a precious gift, Thrown, owned, ******, blown. Exquisite youth and sapphire eyes, Faded, wasted, jaded, hated. Your strife was preditors gain, Used, abused, refused, excused.
For the past I have ever raised the glass, It's as close as I can get; Reawakening each drop of lovers poison Thrown down my neck; In memories name again and again I pour out that lament, Reaffirming the love of such great regret. For those years I fumble for the glass, It's the soaking up that always lasts, That warming spirit to my soul But burns cold as ice this eternal toll.