Do you remember the giant's world
when infantail heroes restrained the dragon with millboard swords?
Now memories blearly begin to clear up
As the weight of the day slows our courageous way
And we're chasing the day
Walking the aisles we observe old fragments
of difficult realities and unbroken pasts
And with knowing we stumble on familiar ways
Yet we see all of those places through a sober stare
Still we're chasing the day
We did cling to longing hopes and expectations
Now the relics resound from shadows of reminiscense, it seems
Tired and weary, dusk grips our hearts as we attempt
to renew the bond with ages gone by
And we bury the day