• One day, it will come
    No trace of me shall be left behind
    If I were to leave this world
    There won't be anything else to find
    If one person disappears
    That person will no longer come back
    If I ever think about returning
    It won't happen; it's not whack.

    Disappearing in this world....
    I may be gone before long
    Even though my legacy will stay
    There's nothing else in which I have but the morning song
    No one will know where I might be
    I'm sailing away in the late afternoon
    If anyone else were to be extinct
    The Armageddon could arrive soon.

    All this time, I was the fool
    No joy in my early time
    Bolded and young
    There's nothing but a small chime
    If I were to vanish in this world
    Time would soon change
    Walking with only two feet
    I'm heading on my way within range

    The sun won't be bright for a while
    I'm traveling a long way
    There's nothing else for me to see
    No one will find me at the end of the day.
    Disappearing in this world
    All I see is the end of time
    Walking and sailing away at sunset
    No words will be heard from this sad mime.