We let the irons cool
As the crucibles burned out
The time is now; is past
For the words are gone at last
We wait without a clue
I cannot remember why
For I cannot remember who
.
We let the waters dry
As their promises all but died
The time is now; is past
Love was never meant to last
.
Lament
Lament
The everlasting night
.
Lament
Lament
It will never be alright.
.
Living in vain
Accounting for the cost
To mourn
To repent
To be one among the lost
.