| The date was set, this night was saved (the music played) | |
| For holy vows to be unmade | |
| Silent bouquets fell to the floor (with no remorse) | |
| Forsaking what they're living for | |
| Your passion cut so deep, it bled | |
| But now, the songwriter is dead | |
| Now here's to the way, here's to the truth | |
| Here's to the life that you once knew before your passion died inside of you | |
| Now here's to the song that you once played | |
| Before all meaning died and all the words faded away | |
| We are composers who have fallen | |
| We are the poets who've died young | |
| We are directors who've forgotten | |
| We are life's writers and all our hope is gone | |
| How far will we fall? | |
| Our passion dies, here tonight. | |
| We've forsaken our first love... | |
| Look how far we've fallen from! |