The date was set, this night was saved, (the music played)
For holy vows to be unmade,
Silent bouquets fell to the floor, (with no remorse)
Forsaking what they're living for.
Your passion cut so deep, it bled,
But now, the songwriter is dead.
Now here's to the way, here's to the truth, (here's to the truth)
Here's to the life that you once knew before your passion died,
Now here's to the song that you once played, (here's to the song)
Before all meaning died and all the words faded away.
They faded away.
We are composers who have fallen,
We are the poets who've died young,
We are directors who've forgotten,
We are life's writers and all our hope is gone.
Now here's to the way, here's to the truth, (here's to the truth)
Here's to the life that you once knew before your passion died,
Now here's to the song that you once played, (here's to the song)
Before all meaning died and all the words began to fade away.
How far will we fall?
How far will we fall?
Our passion dies, here tonight,
How far will we fall?
How far will we fall?
Our passion dies, here tonight, tonight.
Our passion dies tonight,
Our passion dies,
Our passion dies tonight.
Our passion dies tonight,
Our passion dies,
Our passion dies tonight.
We've forsaken our first love,
Look how far we've fallen from,
We've forsaken our first love,
Look how far we've fallen from.
