Everywhere We Looked Was Burning

No one remembers
The lonely edges
Of a time lost in decay
It was all ending
So strongly spreading
Everywhere we looked was burning
The hours are getting late, the hours are getting late.
So quietly as the ocean for the first time
We walked back for the last time
We looked back but there was no remaining
And I couldn't stop them from drowning
The hours are getting late, the hours are getting late.
Twisted faces and blurring lines
In the silence of the hour
Two separate worlds in him fighting restless
Blowing in solitude of their soul
The hours are getting late, the hours are getting late
The hours, the hours