No one remembers the lonely edges
Of a time lost in decay
It was all ending, so strongly spreading
Everywhere we looked was burning
The hours are getting late
The hours are getting late
So quietly as the ocean for the first time
We walked back for the last time
We looked back but there was no remaining
And I couldn't stop them from drowning
The hours are getting late
The hours are getting late
In a silent hour we build two restless worlds
We build two separate worlds
With all the fighting, all the wanting
All the rancour, all the greed
We lost the way
The hours are getting late
The hours are getting late
The hours, the hours
The hours
