Hope dies, withered on the vine Old before its time. Water into brine And dreams die, waiting to be fed Long before they're wed to life So here we are, two ships without a sail No rudder for the gale winds or the tailspins I miss you even when you're near You're leaving, pouring out like tears If dreams die before we give them life Why should love survive? Hope tries. First you're holding hands Then dreams become demands And pa**ion turns to plans And love tries, blinded by its youth To turn its anger into truth So here we are, two ships upon the land No anchor for the sand dunes when the earth moves I miss you even when you're near You're leaving, pouring out like tears If hope tries to fight the test of time Why can't you and I? Feed me. Pluck me from the vine Stop the hands of time Turn water into wine And see me. Treasure every seed Pleasure in the need -- be mine Here you are, my comet in the sky Afraid to spin too high, and burning as you fly I miss you even when you're near You're leaving, pouring out like tears If dreams die, then why should you and I? We were born to fly