All of my lost inventions
Somehow I'm feeling much older
What fate is in store, to be forgotten?
Will there be a history written, or not?

(Chorus)
All the world is changed
Time unfolds when there is progress made
Centuries of design
The singing arc

Live to tell wonderous tales?
I'm just a ghost of my former
The loss of my peers has sentenced me
To suffer the knowledge of what I've learned