In the twilight of the morning, where the clocks all yawn,
They drag their weary shadows through a never-ending dawn.
Self-made misery, a cloud that never lifts,
Living every single day like Monday’s endless shifts.
Und…
Wow, that is an epic! As an optimist I hope you're wrong
Ist das noch ein Song oder schon ein "Werk"? Auf jeden Fall …
Beautiful, melancholy song; love the string arrangement 👏👏…