Fade - Theatre Of Tragedy, Pride And Fall

Silky tidal waves

In the midst of summer

Trap door of our house

Sliding up and down

Days of childhood gleam

Do you still remember?

Nowhere have I seen

Shadows disappear

Ever since then

And I fade like the dew before the sun

Silence of our ceased memories

In our dreams, everything is just the same

Withering motions

Starkly impending days

A retrospect of golden sounds

The scent of falling rain

Recurring memories abound

The time that is to come seems like yesterday

Someone was there to see

End of the road

We all wait for this day

Everything has changed

I never wanted to stay

But now, everything was in vain

Withering motions