So she fell to the floor,
A shape of regret that woke the dead again.
Through the hours that creep,
Clutching at sleep,
She couldn´t face the light.

Lost in hindsight,
Trapped in straight lines
But it´s time for her to rise:
To live again.

Now we´ll never let go;
We´ll be holding on,
Holding on for something,
We always know: holding on,
Holding onto holding onto.

Barricaded the door,
In silhouette he woke the dead again.
To the hours beneath,
Stuttered like grief,
He couldn´t face the night.

Lost in hindsight,
Drowned in daylight,
But it´s time for him to rise:
To live again.