No one remembers the lonely edges Of a time lost in decay It was all ending, so strongly spreading Everywhere we looked was burning The hours are getting late The hours are getting late So quietly as the ocean for the first time We walked back for the last time We looked back but there was no remaining And I couldn't stop them from drowning The hours are getting late The hours are getting late In a silent hour we build two restless worlds We build two separate worlds With all the fighting, all the wanting All the rancour, all the greed We lost the way The hours are getting late The hours are getting late The hours, the hours The hours