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 pass 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 pass i've knelt on the floor i've stepped on the glass
More bleeding can't stop the furious wrath of a hand that holds love yet fingers can't grasp
