Playing Dead - Ambition
Empty shadows blinding lights swallow what we have today
Hope and anticipation becomes endless tragedy
What is left but reality
Spirits left to lift in the abscense of a dream
We close our eyes and try to wish the time away
Waiting for the finest things we'll never see
Hollow longing lowered stares reaching out for what's to be
Life's defining moemnts never taking shape
What is left but reality
Spirits left to lift in the abscense of a dream
We close our eyes and try to wish the time away
Waiting for the finest things we'll never see
If I go back in time I might not like just what that means
If I go forward moving forward where will I be
Keep moving forward more time to give
Keep pushing onward find the will to live
Find the will to live
We close our eyes and try to wish the time away
Waiting for the finest things we'll never see
If I go back in time I might not like just what that means
If I go forward moving forward where will I be
