This is the end

We raise a glass to silence

We never were in balance

They caught us in the maze

Bold and aware

We left as they were yearning

For love that keeps things burning Living for the chase

And the world’s slipping out of our hands And the tears falling out of their eyes

We hear them calling so much more We hear them calling so much more Coming out of the haze

Thoughts we couldn’t tell

Now resting in a hole

Bold and aware

They thought that we were learning The things we find disturbing falling into place

And the world’s slipping out of our hands And the tears falling out of their eyes

We hear them calling so much more We hear them calling so much more Coming out of the haze

Thoughts we couldn’t tell

Thoughts we couldn’t tell Resting in a hole,

Now resting in a hole