In the hush of the evening light
The pavilion of empty dreams
Await the whispers of memories
To fill a lonely and quiet night
In the corridors of the midnight air
The pavilion of empty dreams
Await petals to fall in the garden of hope
Or will the night again be one of silent despair
There are nights when hearts scream
When memories are fleeting shadows
Unable to linger, unable to enter
The pavilion of empty dreams.