Would you paint me a scene
Or would you write me a book
Clinging to the myths that sprawled across the roads we took
If you’re carving a dream
Or digging down in the dirt
The mortal sum of all of us is more than just our hurt
It’s written in blood across our faces
Our ever-after dreams
Fade to a muddled grey, slipping by in the haze
Splintered at the seams, torn and rotted away
Crumbling into the ashes of our days
Broken in my beliefs
Bandaged up but still burned
Thinking back to empty words at every single turn
Looking back at the chest
Where I’ve locked up my hope
My weakened hands can’t find a way to wrestle with this rope
We choke on those who came before us
Our ever-after dreams
Fade to a muddled grey, slipping by in the haze
Splintered at the seams, torn and rotted away
Crumbling into the ashes of our days
We’re charging towards the end, but I don’t want to know what’s coming
We’re charging towards the end, but I don’t want to wind up dead anymore
I’m holding on
I’m still holding on
But all that’s left are hollow traces
We’re holding on
We’re still holding on
We hung our hopes in the shallow places
Our ever-after dreams
Fade to a muddled grey, slipping by in the haze
Splintered at the seams, torn and rotted away
Crumbling into the ashes of our days
