Faded

The black is turning silver,
your flesh is getting paler,
the joy is now minimized
this is the day we realize. . .

don't let that happen,
and from this moment on,
lets try to keep that day, far far away. . .

the dawn is half past dead,
and now we don't have anything to unload in our head,
maybe our time is nearly over,
or we just begun to turn our ends motor.

we wont let that happen,
and from this moment on,
lets try to keep that day, far far away. . .

lets play our old toys,
and swing or swings,
till we see what we already saw,
lets make it all clear just before we go. . .

we will never let that happen,
and from this moment on,
lets try to keep that day, far far away. . .