Hey,
these may be the final words
we may ever get to say.
So let's not worry about small regrets,
it's too late for that anyway.
Hey you eternal optimist,
have you still not had enough?
No place left to hang your trust,
shattered illusions fade to dust.
If
you could show me a true sign,
that shining light that leads me down,
the path I've been in search of all my life,
I never saw but should have known.
Hey you melancholic clown,
tell me how the story ends.
Will it become another tragic tale,
or nothing left here to pretend?
An ironic twist of fate has carried you so far away,
yet I search every tomorrow and wonder where you've gone.
Some doors are better left unopened,
some things are better left unseen.
Once you set it all in motion,
things will never be the same.
An ironic twist of fate has carried you so far away,
yet I search every tomorrow and wonder where you've gone.
Some doors are better left unopened,
some things are better left unseen.
Once you set it all in motion,
things will never be the same.
An ironic twist of fate has carried you so far away,
yet I search every tomorrow and wonder where you've gone.
Some doors are better left unopened,
some things are better left unseen.
Once you set it all in motion,
things will never be the same.