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 grow
Disease taking hold
Visions of old
Of old
Visions of old
Of old
Visions of old