Texty: Iron Butterfly. Ball. In The Crowds.

I look for the sun in the dire need of someone, somewhere
I look for the sun in the dire need of someone, somewhere
Words lost in the past of memories that will never last

My mind wanders the crowds in a search
In the search of the one that I feel is my life
In the crowds

For me this is the end
For me this is the end
For me this is the end

For me this is the end
For me this is the end
For me this is the end
For me this is the end