A Light in the Window - Bella Morte

The end is not the end

I know that hands move through my sleep

The air seems cold and thin

This fog won’t lift with morning’s light

Time is lost to time

The songs will play until they die

Fear will feed our fear

As footsteps echo through the silence

Then, between the hours

A chime rings out to still our hearts

Cold, the air’s so cold

The questions rise in every eye

Stare into the night

Waiting for a sign of morning

Shades shift before our tired eyes

Stare into the night

The end is near

Shades shift before our tired eyes

An ending falls so quiet now

The words we spoke cannot be found

The moments lost still carry on

In unseen worlds before the dawn

And children say that through the night

That one can see a ghostly light

Within the halls of this dark place

Where none have walked for many days