Autumn Child

Even though we start as one destined to drift apart The remnants of living bliss in our foreign land Even with the fire of man that had burned away The stories told rest in the shade of what was spring They won't know They're the first That forgot the world Even though a path was left for us to come and go It's but a shallow hole when night's cold wind blows Hollow hearts Hollow bones that used to glow What is left in the dark that we long to hold They won't know They're the first That forgot the world Though specters roam We're the ghosts To them