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 are still visible
Even though we’ve lost our legacy
When the rivers have run dry
I’ll be kneeling by the abandoned fireplace
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
Is created by the past
Everything you hear
Is the echo of yesterday"
One last time
Thunder and 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 spent
(Ho-na-he-lo-lo ho-na-he-lo-lo-he-la)