In the brightest of lights
You catch the slightest speck of dark
Living from secret to lie
Taking honor in sacrifice
Serving everyone's desires
Wearing your pain like a medal
And you're waiting for the end
But the end will never come
Time is never here
Always in some distant place
Where everything seems right
Yet always out of reach
In the reflection of our life
In the mirror of our days
We get to know who we are
The casualties of pride
Counted by the ticking of the clock
Why don't you turn to the inside?
And you're waiting for the end
But the end will never come
Time is never here
Always in some distant place
Where everything seems right
Yet always out of reach