| It gets dark and the shiver moves across my skin |
| There are stars but the cloudy skies won’t let them in |
| I’m gonna write a few words and hope they carry all the way |
| Back to the start of this girl, when she still had something good to say |
| Seventeen — and you know exactly what you need |
| Twenty-two — and they still see something great in you |
| But no one tells you a word |
| But the lonely echo in your heart |
| When it’s been filled up with hurt |
| And your whole world starts to come apart |
| They rest in peace, won’t ever come back |
| All the stories I was told |
| I had a dream — it’s fading to black |
| Just like me it’s growing old |
| So rest in peace — there is no come back |
| I will never have a hold |
| Now there is screaming from the pitch black |
| That this world is not a home |
| Say goodbye, that’s the only word you’ll ever need |
| When you try, it gets so much harder to succeed |
| If I had nothing to lose, I would surely lose it in the end |
| And you know if I could choose, I would never do it all again |
| They rest in peace, won’t ever come back |
| All the stories I was told |
| I had a dream — it’s fading to black |
| Just like me it’s growing old |
| So rest in peace, there is no come back |
| I will never have a hold |
| Now there is screaming from the pitch black |
| That this world is not a home |
| It’s pumping through my system, get the poison out of me |
| What good is a believer when there’s nothing to believe? |
| So put me in a shuttle, let me spin around the world, show me the star-- |
| They rest in peace won’t ever come back |
| All the stories I was told |
| I had a dream — it’s fading to black |
| Just like me it’s growing old |
| So rest in peace — there is no come back |
| (It's pumping through my system, get the poison out of me) |
| I will never have a hold |
| (what good is a believer if there’s nothing to believe?) |
| Now there is screaming from the pitch black |
| (so put me in a shuttle, let me spin around the world — show me the stars) |
| That this world is not a-- that this world is not a home |