The clock strikes twelve And here we are In this hour we dwell As we cover up scars In this hour we tell As we gaze at the stars In this hour we wish well We like to believe we are smart This hour is like a cell Sending us back to the dark
When the hearts that are broken are put together And the words that are unspoken say forever I'll know that all the fairy tales weren't just lies And I'll know that all the dead-end trails were very much alive