There are days when it seems that each and every single dream I once had
Is dead and buried far into darkness until suddenly I can see them again
Around the impossible bend the night is passing by

If we fall apart then we will rebuild from here
And when the time comes, if the sunlight hits my face
I know we dwell in possibility

There are days when it seems that if only for a moment things are clear and concrete
So can I shrug it off'
Just talk it away'
If this was only just a dream

Why the scars where the bones were broken
Why these lines under my eyes
Under my bloodshot eyes

If we fall apart then we will rebuild from here
And when the time comes I will not just shrug it off
If this was only just a dream
Why the scars where the bones were broken
Why these lines under my eyes

We dwell in possibility
And if we will fall apart then we will rebuild

Because there are days when it seems that each and every single dream I once had is dead and buried
Far into darkness until suddenly I can see them again
Around the impossible bend the night is passing by

We dwell in possibility but we may never see the ending
We may never see the end of it
Is this wisdom or weakness that we may never see the end of it