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 goodbye 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 ive knelt on the floor ive stepped on the glass More bleeding cant stop the furious wrath of a hand that holds love yet fingers cant grasp
splintering, become, pas, knelt, furious