Further

At the end of days, at the end of time. <br>When the Sun burns out will any of this matter. <br>Who will be there to remember who we were? <br>Who will be there to know that any of this had meaning for us? <br>And in retrospect I`ll say we`ve done no wrong. <br>Who are we to judge what is right and what has purpose for us? <br>With designs upon ourselves to do no wrong, <br>running wild unaware of what might come of us. <br>The Sun was born, so it shall die, so only shadows comfort me.<br>I know in darkness I will find you giving up inside like me. <br>Each day shall end as it begins and though you`re far away from me <br>I know in darkness I will find you giving up inside like me <br>Without a thought I will see everything eternal,<br>forget that once we were just dust from heavens fire. <br>As we were forged we shall return, perhaps some day. <br>I will remember you and wonder who we were.