When the ivory keys, on the piano,
have all turned black,
I will remember,
it's the end of days.
No more days to track.
Clear your soul, speaking out,
answer for all you know.
It will then be the time,
to do your own farewell show.
When the ivory keys, on the piano,
have all turned black,
I will remember,
it's the end of days.
No more days to track.
Clear your soul, speaking out,
answer for all you know.
It will then be the time,
to do your own farewell show.