This cold wind blowing across us all
Carrying away our hopes & dreams
We have nothing but each other, but that will not do
This sad procession of the living dead
We reserve our strength, only to lose it
Screaming into the darkness, swallowing my words
There are no threats, no ultimatums
Silence is all that can be heard
We the windswept ashes gathering on the doorstep of oblivion

And as oft her habit, unbeckoned she visits
Even still bending the will of dreams to her
Feverish attempts to bring it back, to make it so
The more I cherish the faster it ends
And as oft my habit calling to her, she fades

This hunger never ending - a famine upon my soul
A crumb, a morsel, a swig, or a drop
Oh, so little you give to bleed me dry
Hope, no more than a dream in which you visit
How can a man love a phantom heart?
Ask me not, there is no explanation for what I do...

I think of what I would trade
For you to take me away
For one last kiss before the end of the day
My heart strings you play
Knowing what you betrayed

To kiss the stars and watch them crumble
Their dust falling to the earth, streaking in the sky
Their destruction giving hope to others, to dream, to wish

Take this chance once more
Run alongside certain death
Scream into the face of it
You were never coming back, and you knew it
Long ago you made your choice

It is better to streak across the sky
Burning to disintegration, never to be again