Things Present, Things Past

As the light of the day slowly fades away
When our memories are all that remains
Do we fly into the past of play our endgame?
There's a case to be made, either way

As the light of the day slowly fades away
Let the coming night perform its shadow-play
If there's anything you need, just ask
Mephistopheles
Always kind with a trick up his sleeve

As the light of the day slowly fades away
See the sky open like a shallow grave
And everything it frees with a rattle and a wheeze
In the end like so many fallen leaves