Sitting on a throne of glass
Watching every season pass
In your cold, hollow stare
The story is told again
Could it be? Did you see us
Trying to cut the strings?
Then it all became a vision
Of the past
And the distance something
We could never grasp
But just know that
When we turned our backs and left
There were way too many things left
To be said
Every thorn, the pain in every wound
It's all for you