Of Pavillions and Fountains

(Instrumental) Tender will be the night Or the day I'll die A bird's song in the morning Sooths the raven's cry The secrets that I hide Never will see the day Even the sunlight in the morning Can't chase the shadows away Take me to the pavilions The foundations of our past In a world made of memories Nothing seems to last Obilivion isn't hard to find The shortest straw was mine Build me a thousand fountains And none of them will last For no one will remember What they were used for in the past As quick as the water flows The memory of me will fade Out of the shadows, into the sun No more shelter, I'm too tired to run Out of the silence, into the sound Too scared to care I may never be found