why does the morning sun even rise
if it will rise into its eventual descent
if you give time enough time
you will see what i meant
what's the point of another day
every day is just another day
waiting like a fading dream
to come around and slip away

forever locked away in my hate
sometimes i become
lost, lost, so lost
in what i dare to contemplate
sometimes i become
lost, lost, so lost,
tortured by an endless wait
still i wonder


im hiding in the soul of the rain
let my silence cry in vain
wallowing in my own irrelevance
dreaming of the cold ever since
i went down south to feel the sun
i speak words of a summer's end
i am a heart you fail to mend
always i'll rise to meet my end
wallowing in my own irrelevance
left muted by your ignorance



forever locked away in my hate
sometimes i become
lost, lost, so lost
in what i dare to contemplate
sometimes i become
lost, lost, so lost,
tortured by an endless wait
still i wonder



what is paradise anyway
but a nameless fate
what is paradise anyway
but something to contemplate
what is paradise anyway
i'll never know, if i wait