Puzzled light seeps through my mind
Waiting for a sign to realize
Blank placement made to realize
That this is gone, gone, gone, gone, gone
Wasted Might has a grip on me
Tearing at the heart of vacancy
True love was made for us to see
That this is gone, gone, gone, gone, gone
And until my heart decides
That I'll be fine with holding my own
And I will try to find the time
To hold my head up to the sky
Weathered hands and naked feet
Crying for an ounce of immortality
Convinced and denying
That this is gone, gone, gone, gone, gone
That this is gone, gone, gone, gone, gone
And until my heart decides
That I'll be fine with holding my own
And I will try to find the time
To hold my head up to the sky
I will try
And I will try
Yes I will try
I will try
And until my heart decides
That I'll be fine with holding my own
And I will try to find the time
To hold my head up to the sky
To hold my head up to the sky
To hold my head up to the sky