Ghosts are still in our closets, haunting us in our sleep

It's endless night: waking dreams & sleepwalking days... same as it's been all our youth, all our lives

Fifty songs on, where's the change? where's the revelation? maybe we'll be somewhere soon away from the threats

Alone with our words in this ongoing war... in dog-eared photos, embers of our past, there's still life here, there's still hope

All our yesterdays still live today in broken mirrors, in collapsed dreams

Still, the alienating ravages of time won't keep us silent

We'll still be screaming... we're all fucked up, but we're not alone

We can find strength in each others' arms

We see flames rising, the seas retreating

We'll dance on the ruins of our broken lives

Our history is malleable

Our future is unwritten