I don't really know what this is Lost between our hopes and our fears All that I can hear are your words Telling me that there is nothing here Where are the golden lights Where are the warmer nights Cities of gold We have grown colder Gone is the sun Love getting older Cities of old Covered in dust Places of wonder Are following us Tell me there is hope in our lies Falling over mountains we climb Caught up in the stories we write Time for us to open our eyes