The Past

Day turns into night The sun will fall The light will fade Gone the salad days Youthful in my ways Although the ones you want Around are not The ones you need Hallowed is the creed Buried underneath The walls are closing in And the fear is back again The promises you made Are not holding up this time The past is on my mind Secrets on your lips Becoming red As fallen leaves Ghost among the streets Stains upon the sheets I'm letting go of all the hope That led me to the wolves Lost among the fools Nameless on the news The walls are closing in And the fear is back again The promises you made Are not holding up this time The past is on my mind Little stone held in your hand Helpless to what you demand My fate is in the air