Where do we go when it's over?
How do you trace our life in time?
When the snow comes in October
What do we leave behind?
Crying, loving, dancing, fighting
All of this time
All of this time
In your voice I feel it coming back to me
Like a shadow whisper in the night
Like a monument to all the time we spent
A minor symphony
In your voice I hear the sound of history
Like a monument to all the time we spent
A minor symphony
What if we are never-ending?
If we are more than dust and sand
I will flow back down the river
Where you first held my hand
Our paths have remained
Although we have lost our chest
When our rivers have subsided
I kneel by the fire
In your voice I feel it coming back to me
Like a shadow whisper in the night
Like a monument to all the time we spent
A minor symphony
One last time
Like a monument to all the time we spent
A minor symphony
Everything you see
Has been shaped by the past
And everything you hear
Is the echo of yesterday
One last time
Thunder, gloria
One last time
Thunder and gloria
Thunder and gloria
Like a monument to all the time we spent
A minor symphony
One last time
Like a monument to all the time we spen