The sound
Calls me in
The smell of
A burning horizon
Too soon to die
Too late to change a thing
This is real
This is what shapes me
I'm like clay in the hands of memory
This is real
This is what shapes me
I'm like clay in the hands of memory
The plans have failed
A second chance going to waste
This is not a game again
The die is cast
And we lost everything
This is real
This is what shapes me
I'm like clay in the hands of memory
This is real
This is what shapes me
I'm like clay in the hands of memory
He said to me
Life is like a silver lining
A silver lining
This is real
This is what shapes me
I'm like clay in the hands of memory
This is real
Nothing will save me
Washed away
Eaten by the sea