It Could Be Wonderful

All these things I have are yours Not even time can destroy All these things I have that you have lost It breathes a life, it breeds a lie All these things I have are yours Not even time can destroy All these things I have were once lost It breathes a lie, it breeds a life The twilight of life is nearly complete And we see ourselves no longer as the distance fades away The soil opens to devour us now And recycle the essence of our decline To be the darkness to overcome And the book, it closes now All these things are not mine to give away That we can begin again, again... If you want them to listen If you want them to respond If you want them to go away Just let them know It could be wonderful