This we know Floating in red again A deepened soil Trade not known Showing promise of a perfect land No regrets for a fallen ground The omen passed Woman possessed

Unleash the breath that damned wicked soul Make the sacrifice for good An omen passed the flame through the night Benefit the figures face without thorns Gaze upon thy gate A spirit finds a light Embrace it with its burning tears Howling, crawling,

We're gonna make this day. A little better than the last. Find a way to wash away. Live inside this day. Any regret you have, don't let this moment pass. Got a quarter... I passed out last night and I never made it home. Wound up on a bus to San Antone.

We're gonna make this day. A little better than the last. Find a way to wash away. Live inside this day. Any regret you have, don't let this moment pass. Got a quarter... I passed out last night and I never made it home. Wound up on a bus to San Antone.

Nobody knows how the story ends Nobody knows how to say goodbye Nobody knows how to get back home Through the darkness to the dawn Love is deep as the road is long It seems so easy 'til you try Then the moments passed you by And we set out so long ago