I think the storm is over
Leaving the aftermath to be cleaned up...

There's a world out there
If you just know where to look...

My mind, the dungeon,
Damp and decaying...

This lifelong fight between living and leaving,
Two opinions in my mind, today which one am I...

The guilt,
For being alive...

The longest day,
Is when we fall out or disagree...

Dancing in the moonlight
Holding each other so tight...

If I am an old house,
Broken windows, rotted woodwork...

Turn the lights down low
Take off your shoes and we'll dance real slow...

My heart beats loudly
like the rhythm of a drum...

The road flys by
As i look through the window...

Here we are
Wondering through the story so far...