Is this the final scene in our tragic play?
Toо many curtains remain to fall.
There's no reason left to stay in this play.
We move backwards against the wall.
Conversation's [bad word] #39;s down,
The monologue is taking over

I'm still broken.
I took you in with arms wide open.
My colour fades to gray,
There's nothing left to say.
Now it's all dead

Are these the final cries of our aching souls?
(Aching souls)
 [bad word] yours don't make a sound?
With broken wings we're falling faster as we go,
(As we go)
But somehow we don't touch the ground
You had me torn to pieces,
You got inside my head,
That I'll be here until it's over

I'm still broken.
I took you in with arms wide open.
My colour fades to gray,
There's nothing left to say,
Now it's all dead.
(Now it's all dead)
(I'm still broken)

I'm still hopin',
That we can find the words unspoken.
My sense's about to brake,
Now allow me to wait,
'Til it's all dead.
(Dead, dead, dead, dead, dead)

I will find you, you will find me.

How can we live,
If it's all dead?
I will not cry.
I will not brake.
I will not force,
'Til it's all too late

I will find you, you will find me.
How can we live,
If it's all dead?

I'm still broken.
I took you in with arms wide open.
My colour fades to gray,
There's nothing left to say,
Now it's all dead.
(Now it's all dead)
(I'm still broken)

I'm still hopin'.
That we can find the words unspoken.
My sense's about to brake,
Now allow me to wait,
'Til it's all dead.