I sat by the glades counting steps, drifting
As if in a dream memories came to be
Alpha and Omega, smoke and ash, falling
Steering into black days at every turn, benighted
Now, this haze shall soon fade away
Like fog in cold rain
On the night our fates turn twain
Dear, I bid you to know
We're all ghosts, and for life's doctrinaires we should not care
Cursed be, light of eve and its fleeting whims
Who, by chance or woe, took you away from me
I swore, by moon and sun to never let myself go
From the guilt and longing for the whole's half I lost in tow
Now, this haze shall soon fade away
Like fog in cold rain
On the night our fates turn twain
Dear, I bid you to know
We're all ghosts, and for life's doctrinaires we should not care