Hope

Running from your future,

We're not sure that it exists.

Deep down there's hope,

Deep down where

The good old past times live.

"What about the times before?

Does Death have to open his door?"

"Guess we'll find out."

Yeah, we found out.

And it doesn't feel real.

It doesn't feel right.

You're not here like you were last time.

It doesn't feel real.

It doesn't feel right.

How can we live when the world's gone . . . like this?

Like . . . this . . .

So we wake up,

Don't know anything is wrong.

Go to school,

Keep humming the same old song.

Now I guess we will find out

What everyone is crying bout.

Guess we'll find out.

Yeah, we found out.

And it doesn't feel real.

It doesn't feel right.

You're not here like you were last time.

It doesn't feel real.

It doesn't feel right.

How can we live when the world's gone . . . like this?

Like . . . this . . .

I know when the stars come,

You'll be there,

When the sun rises.

I know if we wait here patiently,

We'll see you again hopefully.

I know in our dreams,

We'll see your face,

Still there with all your happiness.

But it doesn't feel real.

It doesn't feel right.

You're not here like you were last time.

It doesn't feel real.

It doesn't feel right.

How can we live when the world's gone . . . like this?

Guess we'll find out.

Yeah, we found out.