Somewhere in this universe of lost forgotten dreams The silence weaves a tapestry of once enchanted themes The shadows listen carefully and question what it means
For stories have lives of their own But what good's a story whose end is unknown
For the little night that's left to be Where the night still offers amnesty And the ending is tomorrow's unborn child
The darkness covers everything and carefully watches all It hides behind the storm's lightning and cushions every fall And everything it witnesses it always can recall
Like things that the heart can regret Bury in time and then try to forget
For the little night that's left to be While the night still offers amnesty And the ending is still yet to be tomorrow's unborn child