We can get together
Talk, sing the old songs
We can keep each other's spirits up
After awhile it sounds real
We will believe it
With lies we can ease the pain
To kill the pain would be good
Looking for a way out of it
At the end of the night we separate
We becomes I
And then it gets real
That can be hard
The nights get cold
The emptiness so huge
The everything so all the time
That's why we cling
Like leaves to a shivering tree
Trying to hide from death
By running headlong into its mouth
Talk, sing the old songs
We can keep each other's spirits up
After awhile it sounds real
We will believe it
With lies we can ease the pain
To kill the pain would be good
Looking for a way out of it
At the end of the night we separate
We becomes I
And then it gets real
That can be hard
The nights get cold
The emptiness so huge
The everything so all the time
That's why we cling
Like leaves to a shivering tree
Trying to hide from death
By running headlong into its mouth