Breaking all the molds that keep up distant
When words are thrown and the timing is the secret
Just tear it away
Disillusion keeps us from believing
While abandoning all the hopes that we've been seeking
And maybe silence is the key
The sounds of burning at my feet
Of all but embers and a dream
Of everything we could be
Any given Sunday we could change this
While the years pass on like sentiments of Christmas
Just fading away
Strength and weakness pride and pieces of withered words decay
While ambitions drown out anything that means anything to me
And maybe silence is the key
The sounds of burning at my feet
Of all but embers and a dream
Of everything we could be
