David Reichelt & Sophia Antonia - The Past

Day turns into night
The sun will fall
The light will fade
Gone the salad days
Youthful in my ways
Although the ones you want
Around are not
The ones you need
Hallowed is the creed
Buried underneath

The walls are closing in
And the fear is back again
The promises you made
Are not holding up this time
The past is on my mind

Secrets on your lips
Becoming red
As fallen leaves
Ghost among the streets
Stains upon the sheets
I'm letting go of all the hope
That led me to the wolves
Lost among the fools
Nameless on the news

The walls are closing in
And the fear is back again
The promises you made
Are not holding up this time
The past is on my mind

Little stone held in your hand
Helpless to what you demand
My fate is in the air