Out of breath and out of kind
Young at heart but we are losing our minds
Comfort lost and ambition won
Joyous grief for all things born
At morning's rise
We'll weep of our greatest fears in truth and in rage
These monthly bonds who have no idea
Clinging to our reverie
We'll sing for those we cannot be
Dreaming that our melody will somehow set these demons free
Far removed and far behind
We bow our heads in wounded times
Aspire not rejoice instead
Farewell the lives which we once led
At morning's rise
We'll weep of our greatest fears in truth and in rage
These monthly bonds who have no idea
Clinging to our reverie
We'll sing for those we cannot be
Dreaming that our melody will somehow set these demons free
At morning's rise
We'll weep of our greatest fears in truth and in rage
These monthly bonds who have no idea
Clinging to our reverie
We'll sing for those we cannot be
Dreaming that our melody will somehow set these demons free
Out of breath and out of kind