And we all fall down at the end of the showdown. I saw strong fire so,we'll sweep up the ash now. Words so still,so full of affection it breaks your will, that's the art of deception.
We're picking up the pieces of our lives slipping through our fingers as the fire fills the sky Here comes to see a change,rise up from the grave we'll start again
We stand so still as we curse our connection from all we are,from our hope and redemption. And it all,and it all,and it all went wrong with the words from a love song. And we sang it out with the best of intention.
We're picking up the pieces of our lives slipping through our fingers as the fire fills the sky here comes to see a change,rise up from the grave we'll start again