Now

we've

come

to

the

age,

Where

the

splen-

dour

fades,

And

we

look

be-

hind

droop-

ing

fa-

cades.

The

glos-

sy

front's

just

fake,

The

firm

base

breaks,

as

this

doomed

world

slow-

ly

de-

cays.

I-

llu-

sions

fly

high,

Noth-

ing

we

don't

try

To

build

up

fan-

ta-

sies

we

can

be-

lieve.

We

dance,

sing

and

play,

Cause

we

feel

the

strain

of

liv-

ing

at

the

end

of

o-

ur

time.

We

have

re-

signed

to

our

fate

Af-

raid

that

our

time

is

up

now.

Though

it's

not

quite

too

late,

if

we

take

to

ac-

tion

now.

O-

ur

le-

ga-

cy

Fades

and

melts

a-

way,

Cause

to-

mor-

row

may

not

e-

ver

be.

So

we

dance

and

sing,

try

to

bear

the

thought

Of

ap-

proach-

ing

the

end

of

o-

ur

ti-

me.

O-

ur

le-

ga-

cy

Fades

and

melts

a-

way,

Cause

to-

mor-

row

may

not

e-

ver

be.

So

we

dance

and

sing,

try

to

bear

the

thought

Cause

to-

mor-

row

may

not

e-

ver

be.

O-

ur

le-

ga-

cy

Fades

and

melts

a-

way,

Cause

to-

mor-

row

may

not

e-

ver

be.

So

we

dance

and

sing,

try

to

bear

the

thought

Cause

to-

mor-

row

may

not

e-

ver

be.