And when the silence streches too long before us,
She feels the need to speak,
And when the sun is setting behind us,
She shares the words with me.

We watch the shadows grow longer...
And I don't know if I can anymore,
Things that weren't things aren't things anyhow,
And nothings going back to before.

No blood and no tears can fix this,
And we both just sit to accept,
And when the silence streches too long before us,
We'll go back to the places we slept

The dreams aren't coming back these days,
They'll stay hidden and shrouded with gold,
And when the sun is setting behind us,
Thats when you know we've all gotten too old.

If I could take her hand one more time,
And show her the world once again,
She'd be blind to the world like she always was,
But at least I can allow this to mend.

So this is my apology and my goodbye,
Spill no tears over sunsets in fall,
For the silence is streching too long before us,
And It's time for my last curtian call.