The sun rises red, as it does every day
A lone, angry eye in a skyful of gray

Today there are birds… that’s a relief
And the wind’s making rattles of the withering leaf

But the mountains, the mountains are nearly now gone
Barely a trace past the trees
Dim silouhettes through a silk curtain drawn
Lost now, to all but the breeze

Yet still I remember a sky painted blue~!
And a bright yellow sun that used to shine through
Still I remember the crispness of air
The coolness of water ~ a headful of hair

I wish I could say that the world just went bald…
But I know in my heart it’s not true
I want to believe that we’ve come to evolve
But that proof is now nearly gone too

I don’t know why I keep this record
Like some caveman that paints on a wall
A crazy old ghost that tells of a world
They won’t be comprehending at all

How to explain the taste of clean water?
How to describe the smell of fresh air?
The knowledge of rain? The concept of pain?
The texture and pleasure of hair?

God, I miss that world so much~~~
The clouds! The stars! The moon…
How I wish that I could touch
Just taste that place I knew

But all that was… has gone to fog
Lost in a veil of doubt
We thought the world would end in fire…
 …but it’s smoke that drowned us out