These are the days when the golden streaks
Of sun cut through the open spheres
Erase the books and useless words
And songs that will be never heard
These are the times we’ll live our dreams
We’ll rule the caves, for trees extinct
We’ll find our peace in shadow where
The sun won’t burn us into ember
These are the days our holy scripts are
Slowly sinking into the sea
Time for us to abandon work
And cherish life, what it’s worth
These are the days we’ll grow our wings
To get away, but no one seems
To mind there is nowhere to go
And it’s too late to fight our war
These are the times for the choir to sing
The song we kept in our memories
The time to neglect all your chores
As nothing matters anymore
If I had a reason not to worry
I wouldn’t write these words, believe me
If I had a reason not to worry
But I see your eyes are already burning
Let me be the first to go

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