"The End Of Eternity" lyrics

"The End Of Eternity"

Moments seem eternal
Full of mistakes, words can't convey
If I can't get what I want
What if what's left is not enough?

Reaching out for infinite brightness
We'll find this

An empty space, glittering gold
Our hearts grow bolder, so I'm told
Moments seem eternal
Full of mistakes, words can't convey
But what if there's an accident?
That gives us no chance to pretend
What if my days were all misspent
What if I don't see you again?

Reaching out for infinite brightness
We'll find this
Reaching out for infinite brightness
We'll find this

Plagued by the days that changed things
A fear my voice would betray me
The persistence of memory
There is no end

Anodyne shades of the same
It's all returning
Eyes closed walking through dreams
There is no end

I feel something
That has not changed
I feel something
There is no end


Writer(s): Christopher Adam Cayford, Nathan Jon Fairweather, Eva Lucy Korman, James William Spence, Alexander Christopher Graham Pott
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