Pausing as the minutes each evaporate
To raise a voice from within the dark
And when my voice ceases to be
Will the echo still ring loudly?
And when there's nothing left of me
Will my memory still go on?
An echo of an instance that burns away
A solitary thread that threatens to unwind
And when my voice ceases to be
Will the echo still ring loudly?
And when there's nothing left of me
Will my memory still go on?
When this document falls beneath another's gaze
The signal's loud and clear, but the transmitter's gone
And when my voice ceases to be
Will the echo still ring loudly?
And when there's nothing left of me
Will my memory still go on?