I liked it better, when we were still strangers
Pacing the corridors, raising the thoughts of nothing more
Ideas in the air, that circulate fear
That we are mortal after all
And whoever said to, "˜follow the light'
Should have been here now
We own nothing more than
Broken promises and
Remnants of what we were before
And whoever thought that
We'd get out own back
By drawing shadows"¦
You're in a vacuum
In a vow of total ignorance
You draw a line in the sand to determine
Where you go from here
In a world where abstract thoughts
Are drifting all around
Slow it down
And pick one out
We own nothing more than
Broken promises and
Remnants of what we were before
And whoever thought that
We'd get out own back
By drawing shadows..
We own nothing more than
Broken promises and
The hope of finding something more
And whoever thought that
We'd get out own back
By drawing shadows..
And baby never
Is not long enough for me
Not long enough"¦