And all of that which we have come to call love,
Has fallen apart without disgrace.
And all of that which we now know is not love,
Has left a wound you can't replace.
And all of that which we have come to call hope,
Has shuddered to a halt.
And all of that which we now know is not hope,
Has hinged upon a bleeding heart.
And all of that which we have come to call lost,
We'll find that something still remains.
And all of that which we now know is not lost,,
We'll find in another's embrace.
And all of that which we have come to call home,
We'll find ourselves further from each day.
And all of that which we one day hope to call home,
Well, the road is long but we'll find a way.
Let's find a way now.
And all of that which we have come to call love,
Has fallen apart without disgrace.
And all of that which we one day hope to call love,
Well, the road is long but we'll find a way.
The road is long but we'll find a way.
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