Dreams of neighborhoods unknown Rain filled them with the sound And we couldn't hear a word But I failed to see the point Comprehension escapes me We were the archetypes Prototypes of ideals Bitter taste is what we call The fate of things left on the ground Blank photographs Ghosts from the past Disembodied feelings The blinded secret glimpses That pass between your eyes Heartache to heartache, what I find? My life was burning and I Just remember the time of our Dark nights Dark words A coronary path A journey through the line Follow the rhythm Guided by our headlights Forgotten classics are still around Once more, if not for me Do it for the, for the crowd A coronary path A journey through the line Follow the rhythm Guided by our headlights We are the perfect storm We sing the same old notes We ebb and flow My neck is open We ebb and flow My lips are sewed