When the day goes night.
Ascend into the sky, we do.
When everything's not alright.
Ascend into the sky, we do.
This is not real life, you are in a blue dream.
If this was real life, they'd call it a daydream.
The lonely kids are tired of pretending.
Their last option awaits, descending.
Parents on a blind search for what is missing.
All they ever needed was to get away.
All they ever needed was to feel the wave.
All I ever wanted was to save them.
From all of the corruption and mayhem.
Life needs a button labeled "redo".
If we do, what different would we do?
You see, there's others that loathe you.
But they'll never know what it's like to be you.

Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory—
Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken.

Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heaped for the beloved’s bed;
And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.