Brock - )

Crystal evenings, long ago, twisted winds and weeping snow

We missed a turning in the past, is there anything that can last

The race is run, the time is right, get out your gun

it's time to fight

And all our dreams just turn to dust, look to the future

forget the past

Mistakes you've made can't be redeemed, they are made

because you dreamed a dream

Honest sunsets turn to paint, the lie you tell

becomes a taint

The house you built reverts to dust, the sword

you held it turns to rust

The lies you tell destroy your will, the price

you paid you're paying still

And the rocks in the river grow higher and higher

As the water gets lower and lower

There are ghosts in our lives that will not fade

There are ghosts in our lives that will not fade,

until we've paid

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