I can hardly stand the thought of this taking over
For it’s consuming everything
And in my mind, I wish this road would lead us back to safety
Upon the ground you’re worshiping
When you tell me that it’s over
All I’m left with is this dream
Which is slowly fading to a blur
It’s disappearing with moonbeams
What is real and what is fake are circling in the twilight
Holding hands and dancing free
And in its wake, we find the ruins of our own destruction
With bated breath, on bended knee
When you tell me that it’s over
All I’m left with is this dream
Which is slowly fading to a blur
It’s disappearing with moonbeams
Sacred images of silence
Stories that we came to believe
The epitome of pretense
And of stolen memories
When you tell me that it’s over
All I’m left with is this dream
Which is slowly fading to a blur
It’s disappearing with moonbeams