Transmitted from Far Away Nebula

[echoed voices in the background following no vocals or sense] [Verses only] What if the sun is smiling on the dead Doesn't seem fair to get cast in silence What the sun is trying to tell you then It couldn't bare the silence or the challenge What if the sun is smiling on the dead A macabre waltz, where shadows are the guests The fleeting dance, a brief, sweet reprieve From the abyss that waits, with no reprieve What if the sun tiptoes to the dead A gentle farewell, in the silence spread Shadows whisper secrets, echoes unsaid From the depths of memory, a lone traveler's tread "What if the sun, with a solemn embrace, Brushes the dust on forgotten things? In shadows it lingers, a delicate trace, Of whispers unheard and old reckonings." What if the sun mourns the paths we make, Reaching for echoes that drift out of sight? Its gentle glow on each memory’s ache, A soft farewell in the quiet of night." [fill a chorus if you can]