The soft unsettled quiet from a million questions never answered
Expecting conversational return more akin to diapason

Hope for reason fades away
A hint of heartache in it's place

Gone is the time when I could survive nursing on a sweet naiveté
Waiting for you

But I'll still hold on hope
As frail as the evening's ghostly gloam
Staring till' the stars align

Gone is the time when I could survive nursing on a sweet naiveté
Waiting for you

And still we stand here praying
For something more divine
Our hands clasped so tightly
But our eyes are closed and shy

We move along when there's nothing left for us
We'll move along when there's nothing left for us here.