The end is not the end I know that hands move through my sleep The air seems cold and thin This fog won’t lift with morning’s light Time is lost to time The songs will play until they die Fear will feed our fear As footsteps echo through the silence Then, between the hours A chime rings out to still our hearts Cold, the air’s so cold The questions rise in every eye Stare into the night Waiting for a sign of morning Shades shift before our tired eyes Stare into the night The end is near Shades shift before our tired eyes An ending falls so quiet now The words we spoke cannot be found The moments lost still carry on In unseen worlds before the dawn And children say that through the night That one can see a ghostly light Within the halls of this dark place Where none have walked for many days