These days we're just hoping for a way
to find our conscience clear.
We took without a thought or care.
Wide away, but silent for hours.
Lights out is better for this.
I couldn't hate you if I tried.
You're tired out.
Your eyes are dead.
Are we dying down because you're done?
The things we've done,
The things we've made,
We'll never say again.
And this is a door that I've slammed wide open .