| The light that strikes against itself is hard as stone | |
| A dream too many full of memories not my own | |
| They're only shadows, they'll disappear | |
| Their only destination: anywhere but here | |
| There's nothing permanent below me and above | |
| For every time it's all too much, it's not enough | |
| We're unconnected, we're unafraid | |
| We only miss each other from miles away | |
| Tell me again, am | |
| I the same when | |
| I'm not there? | |
| Gone in a second, impossible to bear | |
| Hard to remember the way | |
| I lived outside | |
| Stronger than friction until our worlds collide | |
| These hands are useless, not even mine | |
| They do not serve me, they lose the line | |
| I have my version of vital signs | |
| But there are complications of a different kind | |
| Tell me again, am | |
| I the same when | |
| I'm not there? | |
| One single moment and changed beyond repair | |
| Hard to remember the way | |
| I lived outside | |
| Stronger than friction, the balanced will until our worlds collide | |
| Noone ever thought about it | |
| Noone had the will to wonder why | |
| Only you refused to die | |
| Now there is no isolation | |
| Keeping the experience at bay | |
| Any time, any day | |
| It brings me to my senses, this poison in my side | |
| The raging heart defenses a turning tide | |
| Seen upon the television screen' | |
| Cross the boundaries of my head | |
| Entertained by the dead | |
| Stayed awake to make the morning | |
| But it came too little and too late | |
| Take your time, | |
| I can wait | |
| Is this thing going to kill me | |
| And tear my soul apart | |
| If not, it never will be | |
| The one to break my heart open | |
| You're really something good, what's got into you? | |
| This is the consequence of what you've led us to | |
| These views are shaped by thoughts which you have never owned | |
| You take all my opinions, claim them as your own | |
| I don't expect you'll ever let yourself be told | |
| No easy way to say it, you've been bought and sold | |
| Who'll defy me now | |
| And chase the lightning all to soon | |
| What kind of mercy will you gain | |
| Under the shadow of the moon | |
| The shadow of the moon above | |
| And when you know what it's about | |
| You'd stand upon a hollow heel | |
| Those empty eyes look in, not out | |
| Seeing the water deep and still | |
| The shadow of the moon above |