In the fallout of the wasted,
In the halflight
I stand before you
In the last dance of an old life...
Now the cool wind's blowing
And we can't stand,
But it's alright...
When the night is gone I will still be here

With their wicked worlds they'll never hold you down,
No this is not our fate; the tide is turning around...
No there's not enough time,
There's not enough time...
No there's not enough time,
There's not enough time...

In the fallout of the wasted,
In the halflight
I stand before you
In the last dance of an old life...
Now the cool wind's blowing
And we can't stand,
But it's alright...
When the night is gone I will still be here