I fade with the sunset

My heart full of regret

A life of corruption

And the repercussions

Is it too late for my soul to make amends?

A greater purpose I failed to understand

And though I’ve left a trail of blood in the sand

I swear that I won’t die with a gun in my hand

On this broken road

That I’ve chosen to wander again

There’s no coming home

Within a lawless land, I was a ruthless man

Who lived to die by the code of the old, no consequence

Taking all that I want without a second thought

Reckless abandon, but deep down inside my conscience fought

Now I’m growing cold

And I’m paying the price for my sins

There’s no coming home

I’ll get what I deserve in the end

Is it too late for my soul to make amends?

A greater purpose I failed to understand

And though I’ve left a trail of blood in the sand

I swear that I won’t die with a gun in my hand

[Sean Harmanis]

I don't even feel you near

We don't even know this space

They can't even speak your name

I can't even see the way out

Counting down the days

Two souls to make amends

Assured mistakes, held in memories

’Til the bitter end

But it's never too late to repair

So we build on what's broken and bent

Let the world crush our souls into sand

Until we bury the sun

And no, it's never too late to repair

When nothing is left to forget

Follow me through dreams

And we can bury the sun

And I’m paying the price for my sins

There’s no going home

And no, it's never too late to repair

When nothing is left to forget

Follow me through dreams

And we can bury the sun