The soft unsettled quiet from a million questions never answered
Expecting conversational return more akin to diapason

Hope for reason fades away, a hint of heartache in it's place

Gone is the time when I could survive nursing on a sweet naivete
Waiting for you.

But I'll still hold on hope, as frail as the evening's ghostly gloam

Staring till' the stars align

Gone is the time when I could survive nursing on a sweet naivete
Waiting for you.

And still we stand here praying, for something more divine
Our hands clasped so tightly, but our eyes are closed and shy
We move along when there's nothing left for us
We'll move along when there's nothing left for us here.