Whatever is coming

We're running in.

We're running in,

And we're running out

Of Time.

There's no more precious grains of sand

In the Hourglass.

No more.

They're all around us.

This desert

With wind

And grains of sand trying to tear us

Down.

And ruins buried in the sand

These ruins

The most beautiful thing I've ever seen

And the voice inside telling

It's your fault.

My fault? How can it be

My fault?

Why should it be

My fault?

You're a burning heart

That's what the desert said,

And you burnt everything you loved.

This is what is left.

See these stones under the sun?

These are still burning.

You can't prevent yourself from loving.

And loving burns.