Intervals, of distant delusions
Where we never saw the signs
All was green, and picturesque
As we waited for the dawn
And then the sky turned black
And we could never go back
To the dreams we lived
The broken lives we had
The broken lives we had
We are caught in an undercurrent
Where we drown ourselves
Pretending that all is fine
That we are still alive
And then the sky turned black
And we could never go back
To the dreams we lived
The broken lives we had