the morning comes and mornings fade away into the eve of what's to be
and breathing in the life
that's breathed from out the maker of the day
we see...the marred intentions all around us fall...
to pools of wings that never fly
so as we promise to redeem the lazing losses of the day...
we only pray that this time we'll see it turn around...we'll see it turn around
this time...dreams we'll realize
and who was i to walk away from you
and who were you to wonder why
for i could place a million faces on the shoulders of my pain...
and i do
but time continues on the broken road...
and treasures wait for those who find
among the thistles grow the promises unending souls desire...
and thoughts that maybe this time...
we'll see it turn around...we'll see it turn around
this time...dreams we'll realize
dark memories surrounding...will offer only fruits of darkness
into this daze we're thrown...but not to drown
this time we'll see it turn around...we'll see it turn around
this time dreams we'll realize