The songs of time, Rhythm at its prime. Memories drenched in beauty’s core... No more. Chorus: All now seems to be, a desolation of the soul. All now seems to be, a desolation of the soul. We were what we were - Now we are here, Where memories end. Now a stranger once a friend, If not more; Chorus: All now seems to be, a desolation of the soul. All now seems to be, a desolation of the soul. Something of great allure. In the end the mind shows That the heart knows what it knows, Our once glorified dance, now foul. Chorus: All now seems to be, a desolation of the soul. All now seems to be, a desolation of the soul. All now seems to be, a desolation of the soul. All now seems to be, a desolation of the soul.
