Lyrics

Promises of tomorrow are the hammering nights of today.
Blankly I stare into the void,
hints of dawn sleepily emerge.

Wars waged before my eyes.

When the darkness dissipates,
I will still be without any answers.

I can't save you...
I'm too late...

I wade drearily through the guilt and the shame
in a myopic acceptance that there is not atonement.
Sleeplessness makes the morning so stark,
so frail, so callous.

Still I wait.

The day star crawls to its peak
and all but sets me aflame.
One foot in front of the other
and I dutifully wait.

You aren't coming.
I know that now.
Still I wait - for meaning.

Meaning (that) was stolen.
And abandoned.

The sun never sets
over this failure.
And in that endless noon
no one can forgive me.

What should I have said?
The answers never come.

The answers refuse to come.
Lapsing too are those promises.

When the darkness dissipates,
I will still be without any answers.

I can't save you...
I'm too late...