I can feel the days are colder
And the laughters getting hard
But before the tears start rolling
I have some things to say
My thoughts are never broken
Like winding mountain stream
Collecting at the bottom
As I slowly begin to dream
What can start with a whisper
Can become the loudest sound
Scattering the heartache
Like the waves upon the sand
Throw your arms around me
This will your last embrace
In our footsteps in our shadows
There is nothing but a trace
But a trace thats left
In the yellow of the sunrise
Glows against my wooden door
And I lie there beside you
Still as the stolen night
I can feel the days are getting colder
But the laughter never tires
As the steps are getting lighter
Now I slowly start to fall
Throw your arms around me
This will your last embrace
In our footsteps in our shadows
There is nothing but a trace
But a trace thats left
Now or Never, here and after (x4)
