My hands are on strings, my fingers cross my eyes I'm on fire, but I'm quick to remain unanswered Why? I ask you why? Is this the way things have to be? We live with this illusion of loss Endless remembrance We fight not to let go of those that have already gone away Beyond reason, beyond our understanding We wait for the next we can't forget Where is the reason? I, I see no reason Why is there no second chance? Where is the truth in all of this? So much we never said, that's all that's forgotten If anything, we're done now, done this is done Show the bitterness that everyone makes And everyone makes something And in the end, in the end, in the end In the end, it makes everything
