They're coming 'round again
I've returned and they've been waiting
Their aged offererings received and returned
Passed through wet eyes
I tremble as I feel them rolling in for my sins,
The old ghosts know
So chilling as I feel them mourn within my soul
As the mourning grows
Unfold before me.
Turn back the page again
Twenty-four hours spent wishing that the day was never ending
Shadows of glory shading my heart again
Recall the summer when I left my heart to cool
Beneath the shadows
I'm coming 'round again
I've returned and no one's waiting
I strain my eyes to see,
But it's so hard to read the old tags on the fallen walls