Lyrics

Soft laughter echoes through the air,
A porcelain dream, my world so fair.
Tea cups clinking, riddles spun,
Lout laughter in the evening sun.

But time has turned, the table's bare,
The chairs are empty, no one is there.
A flicker of joy, now lost in dust,
And ashes whisper: "Do you remember us.”

Buried deep, beneath the dark veil,
A past that lingers, cold and pale.
Fading lights and distant cries,
This funeral of memories behind my eyes.

His hat askew, that wicked grin,
The clock would tick, we'd start again.
The rabbit ran, the cheshire would tease,
Now silence lingers within a breeze.

But time has turned, the table's bare,
The chairs are empty, no one is there.
A flicker of joy, now lost in dust,
And ashes whisper: "Why do you hate us.”

Buried deep, beneath the veil,
A past that lingers, cold and pale.
Fading lights and distant cries,
This funeral of memories behind my eyes.

Shadows dance where we once played,
Footsteps linger but they decayed.
Their voices call me, but they don’t stay,
Just fleeting ghosts that drift away.

Buried deep, beneath the veil,
A past that lingers, cold and pale.
Fading lights and distant cries,
This funeral of memories behind my eyes.

The tea is cold, the clock won’t chime,
The hands won’t turn, it’s not their time.
Yet in my mind, they softly speak,
A hollow dream, my love is weak.