What truth there is left?
What hope might still live?
I think I can feel it
I think I believe it
That is the darkness
That I lost on my own
Or have I become it?
Am I still alone?
What love might have lived?
What heart might still beat?
I think I can feel it
I think I believe it
That is the darkness
That I lost on my own
Or have I become it?
Am I still alone?
That is the fear
Or at least so it might seem
Is this the one of which I can not dream?
What love might have lived?
What heart might still beat?
(Gone... gone again)
That is the darkness
That I lost on my own
(Stay...)
Or have I become it?
Am I still alone?
(Gone... gone again)
That is the fear
Or at least so it might seem
(Stay..)
Is this the one of which I can not dream?