All colour is gone Cast time speaks a silent tongue A diluted sun Looks down on all the shadows cast wrong All of the shadows cast wrong All purpose bled out Miscarried intentions run amok Pinholes of light blotted shut Painted black What is the purpose behind this Life lived, loved, eventually lost What is this vague emptiness This vacant throne of dust Still the colours are gone Lost time and its silent tongue The diluted sun gone out No shadows cast any more No shadows cast any more Through the years A beacon of memory shines forgotten and weak Scattered debris of recollection Twisted by time's deceit What is the purpose behind this Life lived, loved, eventually lost What is this vague emptiness This vacant throne of dust