09-03-2014, 05:59 AM
Standing on this stage looking out to a crowd,
moving forward to the death of sound.
I knew our days were numbered.
As if it were a crack of thunder.
When music is put the rest
I wonder when will you remember us next.
Will it be on ones mind, or a memory forever,
of a time where all of us came together.
If you heard our name out loud
could you recall the smile I found.
Temporary ecstasy then made me shiver,
from the loud noise that made you quiver.
Last song for our final time as one
will you mourn this wave we had won?
Should it be a fond recollection,
or a symbol of our reflection.
All things must come to an end,
the death of our sound will make us transcend
to a place where we can be friends
until the next time my sound meets you again.
moving forward to the death of sound.
I knew our days were numbered.
As if it were a crack of thunder.
When music is put the rest
I wonder when will you remember us next.
Will it be on ones mind, or a memory forever,
of a time where all of us came together.
If you heard our name out loud
could you recall the smile I found.
Temporary ecstasy then made me shiver,
from the loud noise that made you quiver.
Last song for our final time as one
will you mourn this wave we had won?
Should it be a fond recollection,
or a symbol of our reflection.
All things must come to an end,
the death of our sound will make us transcend
to a place where we can be friends
until the next time my sound meets you again.
Only one thing is impossible for God: To find any sense in any copyright law on the planet.
--mark twain
Bunx
--mark twain
Bunx