It seems those days have come and gone into the obscurbing glaze of hindsight
We were just kids,
Grasping for truth
But what we had can never be replaced
damaged but never undone
And now we take our time to see how we could have done
So muchmore with the proximity
Thinking that just maybe we were the ones who'd be able to set things right -
But it's gone
Factions remain,
But the overriding mood is dead
So I pace around at night,
Just lost
Do things like this come along more than never in a lifetime?
20 some kids,
Living out and lashing out at what we saw,
No way we could bring it back
Those moments will say where they lay
And I see a new horizon or at least,
I hope I do
Now we take our new positions out in the world,
We'll remember those times,
Those snowed in nights
Dreaming, hoping, laughing
But don't remember it to well, because if it gets too vivid you just might slide further down into the valley,
All moments left
Staring at the former peaks,
Don't remember it at all

[Strummed to sounds not heardto lies I believed I could falsify love and I was right Led with blinders I visualized the truth, and the sorrow that lives once the known was gone and I tried to identify the source with some semblance of dignity truest art; love Should I fear, will realize, should I trust a fleeting feeling? what if this is just a facadewe couldn't stand do I rot or do I just continue to die who would die and if this is just a facade I could not help but fall And with falsitites fallen far from this circle - we began anew ]