Twilight on the Boulevard

(Verse 1) The cafes are quiet on the old boulevard, The statues are watching, and the shadows hit hard. We built up the glass and we polished the stone, But now in the mirror, we’re standing alone. The maps on the wall are starting to fade, By the weight of the choices and the debts to be paid.

(Verse 2) The wind from the East brings the scent of the smoke, A heavy silence where the diplomats spoke. We’re drawing a line with a trembling hand, While the rest of the world doesn't quite understand. They look at the border, they look at the cost, And count up the pieces of the peace that we lost.

(Chorus) Oh, the sun’s going down on the Western shore, The old keys aren't fitting the lock anymore. The world looks away with a cold, distant eye, As the "Golden Age" fades under a darkening sky. Are we heading back to the dust and the night? Lost in the shadows, looking for light.

(Verse 3) The engines are slowing, the heaters are cold, The stories we promised are getting too old. From the South to the East, they’ve turned the page, Leaving us here on a narrowing stage. They remember the past when we taught them the rules, Now they watch as we struggle with the same heavy tools.

(Verse 4) We talk of the values we thought were the law, But the rest of the world sees a different flaw. The bridge to the future is starting to sway, As the ghosts of the old wars come out to play. It’s a long way down from the heights where we stood, Trying to remember what we meant by "the good."

(Bridge) History’s a cycle, or so they all say, But it feels like the seasons are slipping away. Not with a bang, but a slow, steady chill, When the heart of the continent suddenly stands still. Can we find the spark before the fire goes out, In a world full of anger and a heart full of doubt?

(Chorus) Oh, the sun’s going down on the Western shore, The old keys aren't fitting the lock anymore. The world looks away with a cold, distant eye, As the "Golden Age" fades under a darkening sky. Are we heading back to the dust and the night? Lost in the shadows, looking for light.

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