Close my weary eyes
Under choking clouds of ash and darkest dust
The silver kiss of sleep is lost
I can feel these broken cogs begin [bad word] 

But when the end [bad word] I won't despair
I'll just keep on hoping I might see you there

Try to keep a blank page
But these memories they flood my mind with grief
Faces lost forever
And the guilt of feeling some kind of relief

But when the end [bad word] I won't despair
I'll just keep on hoping I might see you there

Maria...
Ten long years I could see your ghost
Ten long years I could see your ghost
Ten long years I could see your ghost
Ten long years I could see your ghost

And as this world of twisted metal falls
I can hear the demons tearing down the walls
In the face of so much hate and [bad word] 
In my mind's eye my angel's all I see

But when the end [bad word] I won't despair
I'll just keep on hoping I might see you there

Maria...
Ten long years I could see your ghost
Ten long years I could see your ghost
Ten long years I could see your ghost
Ten long years I could see your ghost