As we wither, to the scentless ground
to a poor reaction
of we once used to be. we owned the sun
it's life reflection

cold and darkness, nothing to live for
as our dreams were fullfiled
we stand in the center of our world
there's nothing to feel

as we gazed the stars
dreaming to be there
on the skyes

so we reached them high
just to realize
that our dreams are cold and dark