

Silent room, the shadows grow
Everything we used to know
Slipped away like falling rain
Leaving just the quiet pain
I'm holding on
to what is gone
(holding on)
And the weight of the world is a heavy anchor Pulling us
down to the cold gray floor Can we find our way back
through the wreckage? Or are we just ghosts knocking on the door?
Tracing outlines on the wall
Waiting for the dust to fall
Empty words we couldn't say
Carried by the wind away
We break
We bend
Until we reach the very end
Just ghosts knocking on the door...
(knocking on the door)