How quickly we become our shadows dance they know the song
How frightened we become a chill in the air where once was warm
A tired good-bye without the sun from these dreams i awaken one by one
In days this will pa** we will carry on lost nothing but hope to the splintering dawn
And we can pretend that nothing is gone but the longing remains a voice in a song
How gentle hours they pa** i've knelt on the floor i've stepped on the gla**
More bleeding can't stop the furious wrath of a hand that holds love yet fingers can't grasp