There’s a world in front of me,
and I believe.
But walking these empty streets
feeling hollow with these memories,
a story of a woman lost.
Incapable of drawing my breath,
what have I done?
If there was a way back to you
I’d run through the dark to the dawn.
But I know you can’t wait for me,
and I won’t make it home again.
Today, you’ll live
without a wonder of what’s to become of me.
Begin these end of days,
I kneel to pray.
I feel there’s no time to live
or to doubt it.
I know I’m worth a second chance,
but what have I done?
If there’s a way back to you
I’d run through the dark to the dawn.
But I know you won’t wait for me,
and I can’t find my way home again.
There was a world once in front of me.
I believed in a world
that’s now gone.