The finest hour has stayed unknown,
that's not to say it hasn't shown all its torments
But that's okay
It we ever get clear then that's enough, my dear, to let it strip away
And there are cold symbols of all good moments,
hanging on, waiting for recognition
But that's okay
If we ever get clear then that's enough, my dear, to put them in their place
I'm down in all that never happened
Am I up in ail that's happening because
I'll ride this one out until the end
Lick our wounds and sew them all shut,
draw them tight, swallow pride, and if that's not enough