It's the end of a day
and night is slowly crawling in
to open up the book of memory

Behind my closing eyes
Chasing visions of the pas
tAwakening the places lost in time

Shiny faces, children play
Traces of the long forgotten men
Where have they gone...

The echoes of my past are flowing through my head
The pictures of my lifetime
The memories awake

Searching for something to help me
to break through the mistery...
So,in the end what's to remain?
Fading images of distant days...

guitar solo by Srdjan Brankovic
keyboard solo by Alex Argento

It's sometimes hard to find the aim,
to give the meaning to the running time we share
What is the purpose of this game we play,
in the end whats to remain...
Fading images of distant days...