In the quiet dusk, the shadows fall,
Whispers echo through the empty hall.
Footsteps fade, the world stands still,
Nothing moves, nothing at will.
The pages turn, but words are gone,
Like a song that never truly dawned.

Broken lines in the sand we drew,
All the moments we never knew.
Now the silence holds us tight,
In the space between wrong and right.

So that's what's left behind,
Nothing more to find.
The sorrow that it's through,
The road has ended too.

Beneath the stars, a faded light,
Lost between the day and night.
Memories like falling leaves,
Drift away with every breeze.
The ties we thought could never break,
Now dissolve like dreams we fake.

And the echoes, they remain,
A distant hum, a trace of pain.
What we had is out of view,
In the silence, nothing new.

So that's what's left behind,
Nothing more to find.
The sorrow that it's through,
The road has ended too.

No turning back, the way is sealed,
The scars are all that's left revealed.
In the space where we once stood,
We leave behind the ifs and should.

So that's what's left behind,
Nothing more to find.
The sorrow that it's through,
The road has ended too.

And so it fades, the final page,
An empty stage, the quiet rage.
Nothing more to search or see,
Just what's left of you and me.