The world has come to an end
and there is no way to pretend 
that it is like it was before 

All we have and all we are 
is a big and ugly scar 
an aching blistering sore

It was all the things we did 
all the things we hid 
but who's keeping score?

Pretending to be a dream 
instead of a team 
the moon lit up the inside 

And with sprinkle of sand 
revealed our hidden hand 
nowhere to run or hide 

Just as soon as we begun 
just as soon we were gone 
a silent whisper in the night 

A tender heart ripped apart 
doomed to die from the start 
yet still hold the will to fight 

Our scars are not who we are 
they are merely distant stars
its powers fleeting

Healing taking over as we go 
because we will it to be so
when our heart's still beating