Lyrics:

Like I am, in awe who makes
Like I am, in awe who saves
Life's golden themes unmade
Life's golden dreams where I live for the hour
And sentimental rage
And all these things are made
Will all these things remain?
Blind hours we all embrace
Blind hours we're all replaced
Life's golden years abstained
Life's golden years where I lived for a passion
The melancholic days
And all these things are made
Will all these things remain?
And all these things are made
Will all these things remain?
I feel for the ?
I feel for the ?
I feel for the ?
I feel for the ?

And all these things are made
Will all these things remain?
And all these things are made
Will all these things remain?