Some have to see to believe it Others are blind and can feel it The flame burns as thick as the wick Dwelling darkness inside, with a withering mind Is this the part where we start our lives? What a sight for the sore eyes It's getting colder in here, it's sobering To see them shuffle to the back of the line While they suffer in fear the mark that was made is so clear Quivering thoughts now surround you Engulfed by the times that we undo The ties that hold shadows at bay Are unbound and undone All but the one Here comes the part where we start our lives What a sight for the sore eyes It's colder in here, it's sobering To see them shuffle to the back of the line While they suffer in fear, the mark that was made is so clear On the edge I stand Preparing to go but I feel I've already been here What a sight for the sore eyes It's colder in here, it's sobering To see them shuffle to the back of the line While they march in fear, the marks that were made are so clear So why does nothing makes us want to try You're too close to look behind Just one touch, you can change so much What a sight for the sore eyes