From damaged stories and memories we run, from the shadows of our lapses, the reflections of our defeats
Through barren land of shattered plans, through the darkest hours I'll hold your hand
Through flooded towns, through burned down cities, places we have worn out with time and the scenes that took place there.
We're back in the scenery were it all began but the days are different and the words as well.
There is a novel with our names in, a map over our time
Half the pages written, half the pages blank.
Broken promises and fallen empires
These bridges that we built, they couldn't hold the weight of our hopes, the yearning that we felt was not strong enough to carry our bodies home.
Through flooded towns, through burned down cities we flee from bonds torn apart by someone once a part of us.
We're back in the scenery where it all began, with bonds grown strong enough to last.
There is a novel with our names in, a map over our time
Half the pages written, half the pages blank.
There is a novel with our names in, a map over our time
Half the pages written, half the pages blank.