On quiet nights like these when the windsong in the trees
Echoes through the city streets
With the scratching of dead leaves
There's a stillness in the air and though I don't know why
I recognize this stillness as a thing that I despise

For it doesn't do a thing to hide
The agony I feel inside
The fire within burning bright
Such is the cost of life

On silent nights like these when the talons of the breeze
Dig into your flesh and pull you back into disease
There's an atmosphere of peace
Around me that I can't escape
And the ugly truth is that this peace is something that I hate

For it doesn't do a thing to hide
The agony I feel inside
The fire within burning bright
Such is the curse of life

If all life came without sorrow or pain
We'd have nothing to lose and nothing to gain
If all life came without sorrow or pain
We'd have remained in the exact same place

Our pain is how we gain
Sorrows are how we grow
This curse is how we learned
Everything we know

And it will only amplify
The agony we feel inside
The fire within burning bright
Such is the cause of life