Conjecture - Reversal Of Man

A life spent in motion

Laid down to rest

In the dark of dark itself

In the cold

In the cold dying black

With mineral pieces and memories

We see only pieces of your face and your thoughts

I can hear a whisper and a joking

And someone says that forget what has happened

Shooting star

He says I’m gone, says goodbye, says I’m gone

He says I’ll miss you

Says I’ll miss you

And I was never offered the chance to say goodbye

Goodbye