How faces change like the seasons, and how I miss your spring
I tried to sleep through winter, but dead roses still have thorns
Up in flames you seemed to go, killed the love we'd yet to grow
You looked so good as you turned away
I never quite believed it until I saw you pull your eyes out
I watched you burn, and everytime I think about you, a piece of me dies with you
Throw the switch on my tired soul
What was pure has turned to stone
Throw the switch