How openly we forget
When memory is not maintained
The truths and lies and promises
Of past are not contained

How solemnly we drink
The spoils of our plunder
The feelings acquired
Before fate tore us asunder

And when the door cracks open
The sun will light upon my skin
I will suddenly be lifted
From the depth where I have been

I shall take my hat in hand
And alight from yonder stair
I shall throw the window open
And sing out without care

For the darkness cannot hold me
I've escaped from it before
And the lifting of the light begins
When you open my door