| Empty shadows, blinding lights, swallow what we have today. | |
| Hope and anticipation becomes endless tragedy. | |
| What is left but reality? | |
| Spirits left to lift in the abscense of a dream. | |
| We close our eyes and try to wish the time away, | |
| waiting for the finest things we'll never see. | |
| Hollow longing, lowered stares, reaching out for what's to be. | |
| Life's defining moemnts never taking shape. | |
| We close our eyes and try to wish the time away, | |
| waiting for the finest things we'll never see. | |
| If I go back in time I might not like just what that means, | |
| (but) if I go forward, moving forward, where will I be? | |
| Keep moving forward, there's more time to give. | |
| Keep pushing onward, and find the will to live |