How does it feel to not know where we stand
I cannot see how all of this might end
Let's not pretend that we can start again
Only in love can we die but not know when
God only knows when I began to fall apart
I cannot stand to throw my voice so far
Echoes will sing what I don't want to hear
My songs become exactly what I fear
Is that what must be?
Is that what must be?
Is that what must be?
Is that what must be?
