Are we sleeping in the shadows of life? Is a past of shady photographs a past of lies? The sun that rise to kiss the skies... What I wouldn't give to see it with new eyes And then what? Standing at the summit of a hill When the mountain is the thrill Makes me so sad... Cold and dark, forgetting what it feels like, to hold and to be held But she can't hide emotions, her tears are never far away She is hammered by a legacy, long since dead Thinks the monster won't return once it's been fed And then what? When the mountain is a hill Once you're drained of all your skill You fly away? You left us here to remember The scented touch of love Drunk and disillusioned I stand before you now I can't take this world for what it is There's nothing left to find Friends and lovers, are you all Misprinted in my mind?