How many days has it been now, hard to tell
The sand it stings and beats my brow, beats me down
The cool night wind betrays a sound, just a sound
Oh stars above don't leave me now, how about now
I hear you, I hear the sound
I see you, I see the ground
I'm falling, I won't go down
I'm leaving
The fire's cold
The days are slow
The final crumb
The setting sun
Setting sun, yeah
My visions blur the here and now, to be found
My final days, my first few sounds, here and now
My father, my fallow ground
The reasons, my mother found
I'm sorry, but not right now
I'm leaving
An only son
The fire's gone
What's done is done
The setting sun
