As they glide across the old wooden floor,
With broken glass beneath their feet,
They disappear into the darkening shadows.
She walks down memory lane
On a lonesome driery night
Listening to the whispers in the void.
He stands alone in this
Traitorous playpen of destruction
Watching the fumbling world pass him by.
They walk alone on lonesome paths
As the whispers of memories drift back
Into their fumbling world of darkening shadows.
She watches the gliding moon
Dance across forgotten shadows
Lost within the void of time.
He steps upon broken glass,
Tossed into this viod of loneliness beneath
The traitorous shadows of a lonesome heart.
Together on forgotten nights they
Drift along the same driery path
Listening to the whispers of
Long forgotten memories.
