No one remembers the lonely edges
Of a time lost in decay.
It was all ending, so strongly spreading,
Everywhere we looked was burning.
The hours are getting late,
The hours are getting late.
So quietly as the ocean for the first
Time, he walked back for the last time.
We looked back but there was no remaining,
And I couldn't stop them from drowning.
The hours are getting late,
The hours are getting late.
In a silent hour we build two separate worlds,
We build two restless worlds,
With all the fighting, all the wanting,
All the rancour, all the greed,
We lost the way.
The hours are getting late,
The hours are getting late,
The hours, the hours,
The hours...