Do you remember, the way it used to be?
Back when things were simple
back when all this was a game
before we had so much at stake
before all of this pain.

Before the days grew long and numb
before we understood
the best the worst the world could store
when it felt that anything we wanted was ours
and be anything, we could.

There was a time when we knew who we were
and what we wanted to be.
There was a time when the World waited for us
There was a time when we were free.

And like a lamb to the slaugher
we ran towards this in delight
we wanted love we wanted to live
we wanted to see the truth and fight
for the world thought was ours.

We ran towards it willingly
love lured us in.
The greatest beauty
the greatest gift
the greatest glimpse of heaven we’ll ever get.
A fanciful hope, for maybe there’s a chance….?
So much more for which to live for
on red hot coals we dance.

For even love comes with a price
and gives us so much more to loose.
We become slaves to our dreams and hopes, yet freed by the vision of a better day.

So here we are now, forgive me for my cynicism
I am not a cynic or wise.
I merely see a World that just won’t work
a World I have come to dispise.
I am not a cynic
I see a world beyond this
I see a world when things were straight and pure and good
When screwed up ragged people were who they were meant to be.
That World was not perfect
merely straightforward, you knew where you stood.
I’d do anything to be back there with you now if I could.

Do you remember the way it used to be?
Throwing away the rose tinted spectacles
smashing them as our lives were smashed to pieces.
I’m sending in the salvage crew to find the parts of a broken heart
And when I do, I’ll go back to the start.