(claude s.) ...and so another evening Comes to a desperate close. No one to say goodnight to at This hour... I had a distant foresight of What could have been real. If only nothing faded, nothing To be feared... If i had a memory, if i had a Thought to share, something to Hold onto, something bright as Stars... There would be no final Moments, this long wait for the Dawn. another sun is rising Where my soul seems to fall. These are the final days... These are the final days... These are the final days... These are the final days... These are the final days... These are the final days...