• I've woken up to the dark night
    wonderin' why i dreamed of light
    icy colors streaked with blue
    a note on paper ripped in two

    We all ask but we don't see
    See the lies now why don't we?
    Asking what it used to mean
    the picture there always unseen.

    Cold wars and
    Closed doors, there's
    no way to feel the sweet peace.
    Cold feet that
    we all keep, there's
    nothing here for we-e-eak.

    I've woken up in the dead of night,
    the moon is gone and there's no light,
    i try to see as the memories flee
    but somethings wrong
    with the right about me

    I throw the picture and it cracks,
    everything was not meant to last:
    the glassy picture is broken how
    we're broken into each little vow-------

    I woke up and it was right--
    icy dreams on an icy night--
    i can see now that they are gone
    the memory awakes at dawn.

    Cold ice that
    chills me
    at the top of the swing,
    I look but
    it's not the-re,
    And i know that
    it's fair.

    i wake up and it is bright,
    everything pristine-ly white.
    it all shows who i was then,
    hiding behind stories aga-ain.