Tales of Old

Centuries apart, worlds are fading into grey

Never felt the same, feel so caught up in old ways

Memories we're stuck in, tombes and stones

History repeating, tales of old

Nowhere else to run

We're holding on, holding on

Fading with the sun

We're closing in, so near

Beautiful as it was

Weren't we rich enough?

Blindfolded we run

Towards the end

Memories are fleeting

Within the dome

So far you think you'd see it

Tales of old

Nowhere else to run

We're holding on, holding on

Fading with the sun

Closing in

Nowhere else to run

We're holding on, holding on

Fading with the sun

We're closing in, so near

Nowhere else to run

We're holding on, holding on

Fading with the sun

We're closing in, so near