All hope is gone;
wishing I could hideaway in the night;
in the night beneath the stars;
trying to get lost in the warmth of a memoir;
cause all I can feel is the cold,
but I see the warmth through a heart of gold,
I reach as deep as the stars go,
my soul shining beneath a heart of gold,
broken hands are the only thing left to behold,
the liquor of dreams drain and flow,
leaving a sad story behind,
I don't hide in the night,
I'll burn every bridge that I built with tears,
crossing the threshold without fear,
I see as deep as the oceans and seas go,
I've learned to go with the flow....,
cause I see the sun.
