I Had a Dream I Died
Tell your good friends
You love them all doubtlessly
Wordless and senseless without reservation
Now's the time
Now's the time
Now's the time
Now's the time
Tell your good friends you love them without complaint
This road stretched for miles, straddled the countryside
Licking the hills with autumn decay
A fire that burned the bright gold covered forest down
This is the end of all that you thought was good
This is the end of reckless young energy
Breathless suspense and restless potential
This is the end
This is the end
This is the end
This is the end
This is the end
This is the end
This is the end
This is the end
This is the end
This is the end
This is the end