Final from Vol. 2 by Blackheart Dinosaur

The final words that I heard you say
Will echo in my mind for all my days
A fleeting glimpse of a simple time
And traces of a life just passing by

Symptoms of the past
Some might stay and some won't last
Symbols etched in glass
Stare straight through them still

The way it was is because we were
And little left remains, of this I'm sure
A hazy scene that I seem to know
The colors faded years and years ago
Fade into

Symptoms of the past
Some might say that they don't last
Symbols etched in glass
Stare straight through them still

Symptoms of the past
Some might find it hurts to ask
Sympathy en masse
Sometimes it won't come to pass
Symbols etched in glass
Stare straight through them still
Stare straight through them still

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