It was a cold december morning
When i knew it was over
Tried to show our best face
But we can’t go on pretending nothing's wrong
The tender threads
That bound us - frayed
At the edges of sanity
Till there’s nothing left but anger in the place we’ve known so long…
We’ve known so long
Welcome my friends, the scenes about to play
The act is free, and so the denouement
Revealed to all the skull beneath the skin
Can you tell when the real performance starts?
This time there’ll be no daring escape
As silence morns the hero evermore
Pity that it’s come to this - a serenade of bygone days
Of bygone days
Beyond the veil of sorrow
I see only myself...
Beyond the veil of sorrow
Welcome my friends, the scenes about to play
The act is free, and so the denouement
Revealed to all the skull beneath the skin
Can you tell when the real performance starts?