It's the price I guess For the lies I've told That the truth, it no longer thrills me Why can't we laugh, When it's all we have? Have we put these childish things away? Have we lost the magic that we once had? In the end, in the end, There's nothing more to life than love, is there? In the end, in the end, It's time for us to lose our weary minds. Will you dance with me, Like we used to dance, And remember how to move together. You are the torch, And it all makes sense. I've waited here for you forever I've waited here for you forever In the end, in the end, There's nothing more to life than love, is there? In the end, in the end, It's time for us to lose our weary minds. We're lost 'til we learn how to ask We're lost 'til we learn how to ask We are lost'til we learn how to ask So please, please, just ask In the end, in the end, There's nothing more to life than love, is there? In the end, in the end, It's time for us to lose our weary minds. There's nothing more to life than love, is there?

People say I'm no good Write me off, oh yes they should Fuck 'em, they're just sick in the head They're writing my history Think somebody should've asked me Everyone was safe in their beds Their beds and I said I won't live, won't live like them Everyone, they're all seeing red I don't know If it's alright with you But I'll be gone, a ghost will be here in my stead My stead and I said I can't live life underneath it all Everyone is older now and gone I will not be here forever dear So let's just make this count a lot in here

Glistening nighttime dew And she is walking with me From the house of red I hear a child crying Foxes heading home Their prey hangs from their jaws And the forest knows But it won't share the secret When the king takes sides Leaving moral minds, soldiers take their share Nighthawk seems to sense that now is the time Deep inside them burns the raging fire of life He'll take back what he owns Death cannot take hold If I can keep momentum Fortresses of stone Turn into crystal tears Soothed by southern winds I've found my strength now And nobody knows And we must keep their secret When the king takes sides Leaving moral minds, soldiers take their share Nighthawk seems to sense that now is the time Deep inside them burns the raging fire of life He'll take back what he owns When the king takes sides Leaving moral minds, soldiers take their share Nighthawks seem to sense that now is the time Deep inside them burns the raging fire of life He'll take back what he owns

Come, take my hand. Let's undo the knots of the past. From the night where phantoms toss and turn, Go further, deeper as the day is closing. Soft and fragile. There is grace in the dead of silence. As we dream gentle hands are shaping, Further, higher as the new day enters. Watch the mind run far away, Way ahead of us And everything that will be and was Here and now. We opened the door. Found a way, we hadn't seen before. Found a reality that shields us and clothes us, Makes us hungry for things the day can offer. Watch the mind run far away, Way ahead of us And everything that will be and was Here and now. Watch the mind run far away, Way ahead of us And everything that will be and was Here and now.

Glitrar næturdögg og geng ég þar með henni Grátur hvítvoðungs nú berst frá rauðu húsi. Læðast refahjón og lafir bráð úr kjafti Lerkiskógurinn hann fær nú margt að vita. Þegar kóngurinn er með kross í hendi Koma hersveitir til að ná í skammtinn Svalir nátthrafnar sjá að nú er færi Sjúkleg árátta fær þá til að virka. Tifar lífsins blóm ég tóri ef ég nenni Tárast silfurberg svo langt frá steinhúsi Andar sunnanblær og eflist af lífskrafti Enginn maður veit og enginn fær að vita. Þegar kóngurinn er með kross í hendi Koma hersveitir til að ná í skammtinn Svalir nátthrafnar sjá að nú er færi Sjúkleg árátta fær þá til að virka. Þegar kóngurinn er með kross í hendi Koma hersveitir til að ná í skammtinn Svalir nátthrafnar sjá að nú er færi Sjúkleg árátta fær þá til að virka.

Liljublóm sem að leit sólu mót Á lífsins morgni var í burtu hrifið slitið óvænt upp af sinni rót Ekkert finnst þar síðan nema grjót Aftanstund og örlítill þeyr Í eyra mér er hvíslað dimmum rómi: Lætur eftir sig, það líf, sem deyr lítið skarð í hópinn, ekki meir. Hjálpar alltaf að Eiga í sínum hjartastað ljóselska minning ljúfa Sorgin er ein á yfirferð Ótti af henni mannfólkinu stendur hún er bæði Köld og viðsjárverð og velur ekki neina sáttagerð Liljublóm sem að leit sólu mót Á lífsins morgni var í burtu hrifið slitið óvænt upp af sinni rót Ekkert finnst þar síðan nema grjót Hjálpar alltaf að Eiga í sínum hjartastað ljóselska minning ljúfa