Fading Light

The old man looks through the plate
Of the faded dirty glass
He thinks about his fate
And contemplates his past

He thought there would be time, but the future waits for none
And in the fading light, he deliberates the night
He deliberates the night

He thinks of all the years
Of the many days gone by
He thinks of all her tears
Of her soft and simple cry

He thought there would be timе, but the future waits for none
Hе thought the fading light would reveal the midnight sun

Now he stumbles on ahead, toward the end of his path
He stares back at his wake and deliberates the night
And deliberates the night

An echo rings in his head
The old familiar sound
It reminds him of the day
When she still wanted him around

He thought there would be time, but the future waits for none
He thought the fading light would reveal the midnight sun

Now he stumbles on ahead, toward the end of his path
He stares back at his wake and deliberates the night

Now he stumbles on ahead, toward the end of his path
He stares back at his wake and deliberates the night
And deliberates the night
And deliberates the night