It all comes down to this
How to hold on to life I once had with you
An addiction like this

The supply slips away without warning
Don't know how to survive
I still need you to fill all the voids inside


You're the blood inside
You're the beat of my soul

You're the breath inside
You're the thought that I hold
You're the blood inside

You're the beat of my soul

How should I keep time from ticking away

Stop tomorrow from coming
How can I hold the craving at bay
So better off when I didn't know

Coming at me so fast I can't run
Years of minutes of seconds of time
Put inside all I am, all I have

Pay the toll to hear what's on my mind

Where do I go from here

The sun doesn't rise where I am
Spring never rises from fall
And the nightingale doesn't sing


Where do I go from here
There is no yellow brick road

No reference for my dreams
And no warmth to hide the cold


The cold
The cold
The cold

The cold

What is left for the time that I have

What is forward for looking to
Every path that I take is washed out
Every star is burnt out to follow

Passing by me so fast motion slow
Years of minutes of seconds of time
Generations learning what I know

Pay the toll to hear what's on my mind

Where do I go from here

The sun doesn't rise where I am
Spring never rises from fall
And the nightingale doesn't sing


Where do I go from here
There is no yellow brick road

No reference for my dreams
And no warmth to hide the cold


The cold
The cold
The cold

The cold

The cold

The cold
The cold
The cold