In the end we all grow old.
The time we spend laced in gold.
We can't embrace you now but in visions
I reach out and you are there.
You led me to take on the world.
In silent screams we raise our hearts.
To a stranded friend who wears a star.
The fact remains to me.
Does tragedy appeal to God?
Does God exist at all?
You tell me to take on the world.
Your wide eyes they closed before we let you go.
Your wide eyes they closed before your time was up.
Run to me before the last show.
Return my life so I can grow old.
Return my faith to let me in.
Return my youth to rise and fall.
Won't you let me live again.
