VERSE
You were never one for waiting,
Still I always thought you'd wait for me.
And have you from your dreams awaken,
and from where you are what do you see?
Which of us is now in exile, which in need of amnesty?
Are you now but an illusion, in my mind alone you breath.
Pre-Chorus
You believed in things that I would ne-ver know.
You were out there drowning and it ne-ver showed
'Till inside a rain swept night you just let go.
Chorus
You've thrown it all away, and now we'll never see.
the ending to the play.
The grand design, the final line,
and what was meant to be.
VERSE
In the dark a distant runner,
now has disappeared into the night.
leaving us to stand and wonder
staring from this end into your life.
Pre-Chorus
You believed in things that I would ne-ver know.
You were out there drowning and it ne-ver showed
'Till inside a rain swept night you just let go.
Chorus
You've thrown it all away, and now we'll never see.
the ending to the play.
The grand design, the final line,
and what was meant to be.
And if this is all illusion, nothing more than pure delusion, clinging
to a fading fantasy
Like Icarus who heed the calling of a sun, but now is falling as the
feathers of his life fall free cant you see
Yeah
Tomorrow and after, you tell me what am I to do.
I stand here, believing, that in the dark there is a clue.
Perhaps inside this midnight sky, perhaps tommorrow's newborn eyes.
Or could it be, we'll never know, and after all this was the show.
What am I to do?
Gotta get back, gotta get back, gotta get back.
What am I to do?
Gotta get back, gotta get back, gotta get back.
What am I to do?
Standing on a dream, isn't what it seems,
could we then proclaim a dream reduce?
Knowing what we know, could we let it go?
Realizing that all our dreams are used.
Tomorrow and after, you tell me what am I to do.
I stand here, believing, that in the dark there is a clue.
I am the way, I am the light, I am the dark inside the night.
I hear your hopes, I feel your dreams, and in the dark I hear your screams
Tomorrow and after, you tell me what am I to do.
I stand here, believing, that in the dark there is a clue.