Visions of Old

The sun is shining

My feet are white

I'm covered in diamonds

Filled with tears and regrets

The ship's sinking lower

My body grows cold

She's calling my name
As I watch her fall

Visions of old

Of old

Visions of old

Of old

My memory is fading

His loss still remains

She's lost in confusion

His torch keeps her sane

Reality's sinking

Patience grows thin
A marvel at
Disease taking hold

Visions of old

Of old

Visions of old

Of old

Visions of old