I think it's the end...I know well the signs.
I've been here before, I've heard all the lines.
The silence, the disinterest, I know it well.
In each other's eyes, the same story to tell.

Living on memories, surviving on the past.
There's only so long on that we can last.
A fire long gone out...just embers and ash.
Now everyday, I await and dread the clash.

So where do we go now, where do we turn?
To a place where such fires no longer burn.
I wonder if such a place exists out there.
Somewhere, similar stories, people can share.

All over the World, a million tales the same.
The same sad senario, just different in name.
But the World goes on, it will spin and spin.
And some people will lose, and others will win.