The flaming red
Cyanic sun
She will return
And melt the ice
The shifting sky
Will turn again
And we will know the passing pain
The roaring waves
Will wash away
And glistening grace
Still holds its place
When ashes rest
One thing I know
And then the smoke
Will cover it all
Walk away
And leave this ship
We're never gonna make this trip
If the time will turn
We're still too late
I see demise on the horizon
Here was the place
Where we got lost
All wisdom gone
And we could have known
The sands of time
Would all run
Through our hands
The spiral
That never ends
The red sky
That still remains
A story told
But never heard
Over and over
And over again
Walk away
And leave this ship
We're never gonna make this trip
If the time will turn
We're still too late
I see demise on the horizon
Here was the place
Where we got lost
All wisdom gone
And we could have known
The sands of time
Would all run
Through our hands
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