Here they come. Every night the same. Silent stars. Light from a distant flame. Just like the memories of you. That I hold inside. I see you touch. But all the warmth has died.
Here they come. Every night the same. Silent stars. Light from a distant flame. Just like the memories of you. That I hold inside. I see you touch. But all the warmth has died.
For those whose eyes would see. Render them in faith to me. For all those seeking peace. In my arms their strife shall cease. And place in me the agony you bear.
It's inevitable everything that's good comes to an end. It's impossible to know if after this we can still be friends, yeah. I know you're saying you don't want to hurt me.