Fade to gray,
All the days,
Even people,
Fade to gray.
Pass away,
So do days,
All the people,
Pass away.
The sun is gone,
Gone,
Gone,
Only echos,
Cry out anymore,
Echos of the past,
Echos of nothing.
No one had,
The time to morn.
Fade away,
All the gray,
You’ll find those people who feel the same,
All my days,
Lived in vain.
They say only the good die young,
It’s a shame we’re bad.
Fade to gray,
Summer days,
Even people,
Fade to Gray.
Pass away,
So do days,
All the people,
Pass away.
The sun is gone,
Gone,
Gone,
Only echos,
Cry out anymore.
We are the echos of nothing.