Wake

As we descend.
for what awaits us we have no clue.
Or if we'll stand on our own two feet again.
If this song should be my last, I'll make it true.
I'll make it stronger, a timeless tune.
Turning hours into seconds, days flow into weeks,
As the months becomes the years, just tell me that you'll keep

Your promise to me and never give up on yourself.
As the days slowly get longer, and the pills no longer help
you fall asleep

watch the pictures in your eyes.
Rewind, you're searching for a sign.
All these patterns they disappear and pull me through the past.
Now I'm standing in Chicago, outside on the street,
And you're telling me you're sorry, like you actually believe;

That this has a happy ending.
Did you feel the pattern start?
Did that heart of yours come open?
Did you feel it fall apart?