Starry Nights Cloudy Hearts

Hope reigns in a drowning song tonight, gives way to the possibility that no childhood thoughts were true

No bodily pain so cold as the knowledge of ones own faults

Seeing you is a mirror to myself

The night is black and the TV’s blue

Torment the hand that writes these words

Will tomorrow a new voice be heard?

Maybe this existence is a dream

Or maybe this dream is existence

How could this be?

The night and the stars speak for themselves

The light at the end of the tunnel is strong

I can see your face as it guides the way

Reach out the hand that holds me near

When you speak, its truth I hear

When the music fades and the romance decays and the buildings have fallen down, you’ll find me... and the hope you seek cannot be found, you’ll find me