Album: The Darker Shades of White
Hope reigns in a drowning song tonight,
Gives way to the possibility that no childhood thoughts were true
No bodily pain so cold as the knowledge of ones own faults
Seeing you is a mirror to myself
The night is black and the TV's blue
Torment the hand that writes these words
Will tomorrow a new voice be heard?
Maybe this existence is a dream
Or maybe this dream is existence
How could this be?
The night and the stars speak for themselves
The light at the end of the tunnel is strong
I can see your face as it guides the way
Reach out the hand that holds me near
When you speak, it's truth I hear
When the music fades and the romance decays
And the buildings have fallen down, you'll find me
And the hope you seek cannot be found, you'll find me