Visions Of Old

The sun is shining
My feet are white
I'm covered in diamonds
Filled with tears and regrets

The ship's sinking lower
My body grows cold
She's calling my name
As I watch her fall

Visions of old
Of old
Visions of old
Of old

My memory is fading
His loss still remains
She's lost in confusion
His torch keeps her sane

Reality's sinking
Patience grows thin
A marvel at [?]
Disease taking hold

Visions of old
Of old
Visions of old
Of old
Visions of old