Their eyes stare at me their shapes too dark to see. Rain or shine their shadows climb for what? Their intentions seen as visions in my dreams, when I wake my arms still aches for hope. Chorus: Your prize emptiness inside, nowhere to be when you decide to close the blinds, turn out the lights and say goodbye.. Say goodnight, it's gunna be ok, it's gunna be alright. Mark my words hope to die, its all I've got left in this life. Their lips speak to me – words too soft to hear. Yet they define our own design, for what? My intentions seen to destroy my being, when I wake my arms still ache for hurt. Chorus (2x)