Depart from Epik by Requiem4FM

The sand is running out
It's time to face the truth
I'm dwelling on the pictures
The memories of my youth

The smiles I used to see
The hands I used to hold...
It's time to pack my things
And depart into the cold

Chorus:
Now... my time has come
I'm ready to face the facts
I'm left here all alone
So I'm packing my bags 
... packing my bags
... packing my bags

No tears left to cry
No sorries, no regrets and no chances to try

I'm sailing to the next world
drifting away with the wind of spring
And everything I've ever felt
I'm packing with me

Not afraid of the future
If tomorrow never comes
Not afraid of the future
If tomorrow never comes
Not afraid of the future
If tomorrow never comes
Not afraid of the future
My tomorrow never come

• Alternative
• Electronic
• goth
• industrial
• skyqode
• Germany