Did we make it through the night, 
 or was it just a dream of woe?
 When did mother's arms turn to dust?
 The fortress so unbroken.
 But sill your heart was strong 
 to lead us all through.

 The gentle morning mist 
 still veiling the graves.
 Breathe it in and watch the sunrise. 
 Time will wait for us in this early hour 
 like the ghosts still lingering on the flowers.

 Time won't heal, it just buries the pain 
 and slowly changes form.
 But a bleeding heart is an open one, 
 alive yet so undone.
 We carry these wounds until the night forgives us.

 Loneliness, so hard to bear, 
 when these rooms breathe emptiness.
 Still your voice is all around me here, 
 singing me to the blue dream 
 through the quiet summer rain.

 Time won't heal, it just buries the pain 
 and slowly changes form.
 But a bleeding heart is an open one, 
 alive yet so undone.
 We carry these wounds until the night forgives us.

 Did we make it through the night, 
 or was it just a dream of woe?
 When did mother's arms turn to dust?
 The fortress so unbroken.
 But sill your heart was strong to lead us all through.

 The gentle morning mist 
 still veiling the graves.
 Breathe it in and watch the sunrise. 
 Time will wait for us in this early hour.

 Time won't heal, it just buries the pain 
 and slowly changes form.
 But a bleeding heart is an open one, 
 alive yet so undone.
 We carry these wounds until the night forgives us 
 and lets us say a last goodbye.