Please don't be lonely when I'm gone I've been so sad for far too long And as I gently slip away, this song will always stay Now I understand it might be my last day Might be my last day So what am I supposed to do now I've reached the end? And if I

'Cause I'm so drunk off tragic endings It's like I'm drowning at sea Hoping that you reach for me I know you're there, but I can't see I'm dying to breathe And all you do is strangle me Such a beautiful relief (Drunk off tragic endings) I got my hands on

Oh they say that it's over And it just had to be In the misty morning, on the edge of time As the misty morning rolls away to die Reaching for the stars, we blind the sky We've lost the rising sun, a final sign We sailed across the air before we learned

Only the good die young No-one but you They're only flyin' too close to the sun A hand above the water An angel reaching for the sky Is it raining in heaven - Do you want us to cry' And everywhere the broken-hearted

Who will save your soul and love me here. And I find my place So well let down your guard So when it get's too late When it get's too far Know this is a universal truth People let me down. So reach out for the things that you can use Buried in the ground

Reach, It's not as bad as it seems I cleanse in the river for somebody else, For anyone but myself You gotta get up In the latest midnight hour When the world has gone to sleep When doubts begin to rise And the world is at your feet I'm not a selfless man

La da da da, da da da da La da da da, da da da da da I went to a wishing well, I sank to the ocean floor I reached for a shooting star, it burned a hole through my hand Made it's way through my heart, had fun in the promised land Cut up by sharpened

Now it's time for change Nothing stays the same The lines on their faces so deep A revolution, or reach out and touch the day We're overdue, it's time Now it's time I heard some kids telling me How they've lost all faith, in the world

There comes Lopt, the treacherous Lusting for revenge He leads the legions of the dead Towards the Aesir's realm They march in full battle dress With faces grim and pale Tattered banners and bloody flags Rusty spears and blades

There's a silence in a room and it is killing me Speak your mind So out of reach Won't you speak your mind? But you won't tell me why Go and lie in the bed you made Keep all the words for the ones who play 'Cause I'm getting tired of the guessing game