There's a sickly kind of silence That permeates the air Haunted by the ghosts of lovers entwined But things change, seasons come and go And we're all caught in the game I know And though the past is cold, the future is blind chorus And there's a fire in our eyes That burns down the wall between us And there's a fire in our hearts That just won't die Well it's a complicated problem To bury your despair To put aside your guilt and swallow your pride We cry hard, suffer through the blows It's a long way to the top from below But we'll never reach the summit until we've tried chorus