It's over now so let us grow
We cleaned the scene to let it blow up
It’s not our hands that made this change
We take our chance to be our own

Why must it be this way

I don't know why these things change
Like they do in my face
All these dreams that I see
Need to mean something

I’m dreaming now we're holding hands
I'll kill this pain when old john knows it
These faded walls that know your face
Like wilted calls were meant to fade

Rethink your reason, facing your faded hopes
Open your eardrums, open your tempered notes
Plead with your reason, why is it over?

It’s over, just let it go