And a drop wounds the water
yet the water heals soon
This hurt feels so different
tiny scars that we cannot mend
We're the grapes of a dark wine
in the garden of midnight
These things beyond choosing
they will keep us awake
Like a sky without bright stars
like stars without sky
And the dreams we believed in
melting away in the snow
This is the time of the cannibals
this is the time of the hooded face
Lonely man with a sharpened sword
in a time fully out of joint
This is a tunnel at the end of the light
this is a road we must walk on our own somewhere
these are the days when we have to hold
on to life
to live on
This is a storm with no beacon in sight
this is a pain that will keep us alive tonight
these are the days when we have to let go of all
all we knew
to stay sane
And you and I
each other's chore
Lone utopians
blind to all the precious sights
Burning every bridge
to each and every bond
wielding our blunted swords
in a time fully out of joint
This is a tunnel at the end of the light
this is a sea we must sail on our own sometime
these are the days when we have to hold
on to hope
to go on
This is a storm with no beacon in sight
this is a loss that will keep us alive tonight
these are the times when we all have to
close our eyes
look away
stay alive
yet the water heals soon
This hurt feels so different
tiny scars that we cannot mend
We're the grapes of a dark wine
in the garden of midnight
These things beyond choosing
they will keep us awake
Like a sky without bright stars
like stars without sky
And the dreams we believed in
melting away in the snow
This is the time of the cannibals
this is the time of the hooded face
Lonely man with a sharpened sword
in a time fully out of joint
This is a tunnel at the end of the light
this is a road we must walk on our own somewhere
these are the days when we have to hold
on to life
to live on
This is a storm with no beacon in sight
this is a pain that will keep us alive tonight
these are the days when we have to let go of all
all we knew
to stay sane
And you and I
each other's chore
Lone utopians
blind to all the precious sights
Burning every bridge
to each and every bond
wielding our blunted swords
in a time fully out of joint
This is a tunnel at the end of the light
this is a sea we must sail on our own sometime
these are the days when we have to hold
on to hope
to go on
This is a storm with no beacon in sight
this is a loss that will keep us alive tonight
these are the times when we all have to
close our eyes
look away
stay alive