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