Paroles de Things Present, Things Past

As the light of the day slowly fades away When our memories are all that remains Do we fly into the past of play our endgame? There's a case to be made, either way As the light of the day slowly fades away Let the coming night perform its shadow-play If there's anything you need, just ask Mephistopheles Always kind with a trick up his sleeve As the light of the day slowly fades away See the sky open like a shallow grave And everything it frees with a rattle and a wheeze In the end like so many fallen leaves