Are we sleeping in the shadows of life?

Is a past of shady photographs a past of lies?

The sun that rise to kiss the skies...

What I wouldn't give to see it with new eyes

And then what?

Standing at the summit of a hill

When the mountain is the thrill

Makes me so sad...

Cold and dark, forgetting what it feels like, to hold and to be held

But she can't hide emotions, her tears are never far away

She is hammered by a legacy, long since dead

Thinks the monster won't return once it's been fed

And then what?

When the mountain is a hill

Once you're drained of all your skill

You fly away?

You left us here to remember

The scented touch of love

Drunk and disillusioned

I stand before you now

I can't take this world for what it is

There's nothing left to find

Friends and lovers, are you all

Misprinted in my mind?