One fine night

Darkness descends, a strange quiet pervades,
This is really coming to an end...

So little time, so much to do,
So many people, so few I knew.

It has been quiet before, but never in my head,
what is it I dread?

The voices, the voices have stopped singing...
Come back...

The grand hopes, aspirations, expectations...

It's been quiet before, but never in my head,
What is it I dread?

The magic, the magic has stopped ringing,
come back...