Curtains fall
And red is the only colour
That remains
Of all the things we've built
They close the final act
When nothing remains intact
The play of the age
The stage in ruins
Once they all thought
Barren lands would be all
And now we wonder
When the rains will fall
At last, when the story's finally over
You'll be rewarded with a moment
A moment of peace
And then, when the door is finally open
Then you will hear the many voices
Calling for you
As the spectacle is born
We ask ourselves, will the show go on
Watching in awe
As the lights go out
Instead they great us with the dark
As we cheer, the sounds come not
And we realize
We played our part
Once they all thought
We deserved to be punished
But now we wonder
Will the flowers flourish?
At last, when the story's finally over
You'll be rewarded with a moment
A moment of peace
And then, when the door is finally open
Then you will hear the many voices
Calling for you
You'll praise the symphony of silence
When everyone realizes
What is happening
To the concert hall
They finally break free from the spell
And see the ceiling fall
Desperation setting in
Illusions being shattered
No matter what do or say
Or how much they pray
Or how much they sigh
And how much they cry
There is no way out
There is no escape
Better make your peace
The few of us
Who knew it all from the start
Were just waiting in harmony
And now we wonder
When the rains will fall
The flowers flourish
Afterall
At last, when the story's finally over
You'll be rewarded with a moment
A moment of peace
And then, when the door is finally open
Then you will hear the many voices
Calling for you
The voices are calling for you
The voices are calling for you
The voices are calling for you
The voices are calling for you
The voices are calling for you
The voices are calling for you
They are calling
They are calling
They are calling
They are calling
They are calling
They are calling
Calling for you...