Testo di The End of the Scene

The candles have burned out Bu the wind is still strong There's no hand to hold on The streets lead to nowhere Darkness has fallen There's no one to lead on Dreams and illusions Are gone The swans lift their voices In last song The only thought How to thrive: Just to try Keep yourself alive The whispering mourning Wipes the laughter away There's no will to go on The fatal tomorrow With no warning call Will the strong carry on?