How do you think it feels
To not know where you came from?
We're taught of a star, of a guiding light

But that myth shatters in such good time
I think what you'd think if you could see me
But I've come to accept that you can't, and there's no light that shines infinitely


It's so final
Nothing happens for a reason

It's so final
What is there left to believe in?


I gripped onto what I had left
I set fire to everything else


Some say
That we will meet again
But that's just something

I can't put my faith in
When the lights went out
On the porch of your house

I kept them on in mine

It's so final

What is there left to believe in?

I gripped onto what I had left

I set fire to everything else

Wooahs


I gripped onto what I had left
I set fire to everything else