Sycamore Grove

Lightly beyond your face, the window breaks...
Glass shattering as our rivalry is replaced
by an untainted purity...such a distinct sense of grace
Every day has yet to become a waste...
We shall float high like a dove
That has sent this message of an awakened heart from above
In a world where menacing doubt lives in between
Lines drawn out...

They try to spit death like gentlemen...
And yet how far does that get them?

Of etiquette, we fail...but of love, we prevail
They sent us to our grave...in the form of a blade...
But we can still believe...and we can still be saved

Such scenes of tragedy...stricken with a taste of irony
Mercifully we die by our own swords...
I might be a failure...but i'll be vengeful with my words
Unsheath your pride and come forth in your cloak
Without your chain of disgrace...you're nothing more than a joke
I'm almost certain that we will become a faint memory...

Even though my heart is still distraught...i can finally look past...
the broken glass and see that the winds of change
have arrived...to set us free

Of etiquette, we fail...but of love, we prevail
They sent us to our grave...in the form of a blade...
But we can still believe...and we can still be saved

Black and white colors begin to flow freely thru the room
As everything is illuminated by your beauty...
So, this is why the world cries...everynight, everynight...
These days pass by...so slowly...i'm dying...
But of all honesty i'm more alive than ever before
We live inside of a dream...and yet how can this feel so real?
As we awaken to find that everything is perfect...
so perfectly constructed around us

Such a powerful wave of faith...has taken control of me
It's forcing me to live...it's making me believe...
that there's no such thing...
there's no such thing as tragedy...

We will...prevail. (repeat)