Is there a part of a tattered soul that's still brave
Like something to cherish, like something to save
I think I've lied to myself since the time I was young
Every day, every night
About something or someone that was gone or out of my reach
Like a dream that you're never shown
Would you tear the world down
To hold something you'd found
Or something you'd never known
The hands of time will wain away and grey your restful life
Scream till the last black choking breath rings smoldering
Our days are paper thin
There is a lion in my breast that roars and cries for the unknown
It makes me sick to think that I can't change things carved or set in stone
And I don't think I'd make for a good old man
Maybe I'll find out, maybe I already am
Was the biggest joke the one I told to myself
When I said - they don't see it, but we're something else