In hindsight my red blooded years will offer nothing to learn In lingering nightfall it's easier to see with no light at all Rebuilding bridges still burning strong Time to rekindle What's gone is gone No need to dwell on the face of the one That runs with your shadow Leave the suitcase Lose the gloves Save your warm hands for the shovel Watching a landscape unravel we hear sleepers yawn The most vigilant eyes will someday grow tired of waiting It all comes from nothing It doesn't matter that we're going nowhere More a means than an ending Fate hanging from a nail So terribly beautiful I beat myself up for too long No one has time for my sorrow