Time is a great divider
Silence is a virtue to dismiss
Inside I can feel a hunger
To make my move and go against the grain
Shame can be a hill to conquer
But don't you know that brooding is a choice
Ghosts talk in a different kind of tongue
Forget making much sense of the past
Let go - it was never meant to last
(Now) - Will be a memory
(Now) - It's fading gracefully
Before nightfall
Rage and set fire
Makers leave their mark
Fight the dying of the light
(Tonight) - Will be a memory
(Tonight) - It's fading gracefully
In the end we're reduced to whispers
Storytellers without microphones
If lady luck is present we might have a listener
And walk happily into that great unknown
Before nightfall
Rage and set fire
Makers leave their mark
Fight the dying of the light
(Tonight) - Will be a memory
(Tonight) - It's fading gracefully
(Now) - Will be a memory
(Now) - It's fading gracefully