In the end of it all
There's no chance of being
Another you or me, still we're trying
To be so different from all, we forget ourselves
Our closest, my friend, we're slipping away
Before the end
There's so much at stake
In the future's aim
The things we hold close
We're giving away
To time and it's pace
Away
Bleeding from the heart and soul
Leaving nothing in our bowls
Searching answers south to north
The compass only points at gold
In the light of the sun
There's no certainty
That burning fire will stay
Before the end
There's too much at stake
For us to throw it away
There's no chance of being
Another you or me, still we're trying
To be so different from all, we forget ourselves
Our closest, my friend, we're slipping away
Before the end
There's so much at stake
In the future's aim
The things we hold close
We're giving away
To time and it's pace
Away
Bleeding from the heart and soul
Leaving nothing in our bowls
Searching answers south to north
The compass only points at gold
In the light of the sun
There's no certainty
That burning fire will stay
Before the end
There's too much at stake
For us to throw it away
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