| Will things ever get better? Will i find my friends? Do you think she will remember? Or is this the end? You can hide here a while. Remember what the preacher said, before he went dead. And can the old man wave his magic wand and make everything alright? And can i hold you for the last time tonight? Outside I hear my dreams knocking at my door. I just lay here inside this empty room, sprawled across the floor. If there was a window here at least i could stare, And watch my dreams walk away in despair. |