A promise never ending,
But a memory never forgetting...

In a world of sick twists,
Light is only to be blinded by the dark...

In our sick world of final hours,
Preventing our scars...

We awake to the warm embrace of daylight,
Slumbering in depths of the cold dark night...

That forgotten feeling,
When memories can only be held so close...

The world has no desire.
It's all about makeup and attire...

Our bed we will build,
Just fit for two...

We have a mystery with nothing to hide,
I have a beacon, my nocturnal guide...

Two ton doors stand still with a wavier.
With floors still moving it gives life a new...

We share our Hearts,
Mending the cracks...

Like a bird fallen from the nest
Like a diamond ring fallen from the chest...

This ride will never end..
So I start to look back when...