Starry Nights Cloudy Hearts

Hope reigns in a drowning song tonight,
Gives way to the possibility
That no childhood thoughts were true.

No bodily pain so cold as the knowledge
Of ones own faults.
Seeing you is a mirror to myself.
The night is black and the TV’s blue

Torment the hand that writes these words.
Will tomorrow a new voice be heard?
Maybe this existence is a dream.
Or maybe this dream is existence.
How could this be?

The night and the stars speak for themselves.
The light at the end of the tunnel is strong.
I can see your face as it guides the way.
Reach out the hand that holds me near.

When you speak, its truth I hear.
When the music fades and the romance decays
And the buildings have fallen down, you’ll find me…
And the hope you seek cannot be found, you’ll find me.