Fake flowers blooming, true stories fading and The sun is stolen before it rises
Your eyes stop shining, your dreams are lying You'll see the world never changes but leaves you there
Song birds quit singing, flew onto the pouring rain Left hints of disillusion on the ground
Your hands keep shaking, your heart is breaking down You're screaming out loud in a quiet crisis
The more you remember the more you repent And less you love yourself for things undone that you've left
The louder you call the further they go I don't want to hear you say it's too late With the hints of disillusion
In your hand, in your eyes, in your mind Do you still wonder where the song birds are now Waiting all the time for them to come?
The more you remember the more you repent And more you hate yourself for words unsaid you still have
The louder you call the further they go I don't want to hear you say it's over
The more you remember the more you repent And less you love yourself for things undone that you've left
The louder you call the further they go I don't want to hear you say it's too late Don't say it's too late with the hints of disillusion In your hand, in your eyes, in your mind
