They go astray before being forgotten
Somewhere on this long way to the end
They killed the child who dreamt inside of them
Witness of their own self-destruction
Their passive faces hidden in the sorrow
Searching for hope without tomorrow
It's time to cross and close the golden door
To see them docking in deepest inner shore
They killed the child who dreamt inside of them
The glory of an endless day is over
Sad and slow
Unalterable realities of life
Sad and slow
Sad and slow
They go astray before being forgotten
The ravens watched them trapped in ranks of time
A frantic dance between long desperate cries
Sad and slow
Sad and slow
Their memories fading while being forsaken
Sad and slow
Sad and slow
The glory of an endless day is over
Nu ne. Šitos nelaukiamos viešnios nesustabdysi... Tai dar vakar man ir Joe Cockerį priminė, kad tą pačią dieną iškeliavo anapilin prieš 11 metų. Tiesiog ta savotiška kalėdinė simbolika, kai apie Kalėdas dainavę per jas +/- iškeliauja Anapilin, nemaloni