Not the first, he thinks, he’s been here before
In the dawn of this new day thats lasted for years
Any reasons, anymore, all the times at deaths door
The where to the here and the now, all there is, all thats left, are the tears
To be told is one thing, to ask is another
Only one is the one that will matter
If not from within, hed be hear again
As they turn with the same to some other
Might ...
