You’re at the end
Of another quiet Monday
Wandering through the drifting fogs of time
The imprint of your hand
On a glass doorway
Is all you’ll leave behind
To memory
And the love of those you’ll leave behind
Because you’ve stopped trying
Tales from the Desolate Wasteland
You’re at the end
Of another quiet Monday
Wandering through the drifting fogs of time
The imprint of your hand
On a glass doorway
Is all you’ll leave behind
To memory
And the love of those you’ll leave behind
Because you’ve stopped trying