When the twilight comes and chases away the light,
The echoes of loves lost chime on through the night.
The cascade of whispers keep flooding my mind, the reflections I see make me wish I was blind.
My mind is an empty theater that awaits the next show,
To showcase the truth I wish I didn't know.
My candle is low, and no longer burns bright, I will let the darkness embrace me and take away my sight.
If dawn comes and I live to love another day, maybe she'll come and chase the echoes away.