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 good-bye 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 i've knelt on the floor i've stepped on the glass

More bleeding can't stop the furious wrath of a hand that holds love yet fingers can't grasp