Memories are haloed
in auras of grey
at times like these I seize up
and can't think what to say
All sunsets are risin'
at the past's decay
her fingers never had hold of me
at least not all the way
Out on the horizon
the earth hangs like a setting sun
and out past the horizon
you can undo all the things you have done.
All winters are empty
quiet without delay
the future completes you
and it'll stop right away.
and I've been chasing shadows
cast by my own setting sun
all my life I've been running
to get past the horizon
trying to undo the things which I have done.