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