In the madness I am caught between what to be and what to mean

All the words lost, she says, and I am tied and tortured
All the words left, she says, hard, jaded and absurd

And when I say I love you, it's not enough to make things clear
And when I say I love you, it's not enough to make things clear

Walk with me through the debris of a dying tyranny
What's left to hold on?

And when I say I love you, it's not enough to make things clear
And when I say I love you, it's not enough to make things clear

In every story's end
(Things clear)
We turn to start again
(Things clear)

In every story's end
(Things clear)
We turn to start again
(Things clear)