I really wish I had some vision of hope
Some beacon in the dark
The glimmer keeps getting dimmer, oh no
Something to save us from the slippery slope
A sliver of hope
But the sliver keeps getting slimmer, oh no
And the slope, it's getting slicker, it is
Without a reason, without a way
Without any [?] in the lake
Without a crest of our family name
Without any airs
Without any airs
Without any airs
I really wish I had some vision of hope
A lighthouse in the night
But the shimmer keeps getting dimmer, oh no
No, the glimmer keeps getting dimmer, oh no
Oh no
Oh no
Oh no
