Everywhere We Looked Was Burning
EMEL
No one remember the lonely edges of a time lost in decay
It was all ending so strongly spreading
Everywhere we looked was burning
The hours are getting late
The hours are getting late
So quietly as the ocean for the first time
He walked back for the last time
We looked back but there was no remaining
And i couldn't stop them from drowning
The hours are getting late
The hours are getting late
In a silent hour we build we separate worlds
We build two restless worlds
With all the fighting, all the wanting
We lose the way
The hours are getting late
The hours, the hours
The hours...