Well I saw 10,000 leagues of black, with wooden graves on top of them. And each one of them represents a memory I tired to keep, they're fading fast. On the horizon they're spots of paint. it sends them back from where they came, and they're released.
I've got my compass, I've got my maps, but since you left nothing works and I can't find home. Maybe there's hidden hope, because when you're this lost there's no wrong roads, and no right course.
In the darkest part of the human heart I strike a match. Cause' I believe that there's hope for us yet. And in every crashing wave I hear you call my name. You said " I love you" and you'll make it out of this.
Well every violent storm eventually breaks. They all give way to brighter days, like a bus ride to a distant place; I know it well, cause' you made me laugh all the way.
In the darkest part of the human heart I strike a match. Cause' I believe that there's hope for us yet. And in every crashing wave I hear you call my name. You said " I love you" and you'll make it out of this.