The Last Page - The Sonic Dawn

The darkest eyes in the room

Are staring at the door

A grim ghost of the past

Has come (back) for some more

White clouds in the night

Are quietly drifting by

The shadows slip inside

And turn down the lights

A life in the air on a whirl

It’s the sorrow of the world

That no one seems to care

Care for everyone everywhere

A dry voice on the air

Lets the empty words spread

But a plain truth stares

From the notebook by the bed

A black mountain grows

Right before one’s eyes

Night can’t hide the day

Much longer so it shows

The life we know is gone

Like snow under the sun

Hitching a ride on a country road

The blue sky feels so cold

Life in the air on a whirl

It’s the sorrow of the world

That no one seems to care

Care for everyone everywhere