When the colours are fading fast,
And the horizon is growing dark,
i thought i saw the last light of the dusk…
When the feelings are long forgotten,
And the flesh is almost all rotten,
i thought i sensed my pulse quickened…
When the colours are fading fast,
And the horizon is growing dark,
i thought i saw the last light of the dusk…
When the feelings are long forgotten,
And the flesh is almost all rotten,
i thought i sensed my pulse quickened…
