The bellows are burned
The ire is consumed in the fire
The finger points to us
And we fall among them that fall
The moment has passed, the hour is ended, and we are not saved
There was so much we wanted to ask

So much we wanted to say

But somehow we knew there wasn’t time

And even if there was

It was all, somehow, beside the point
We stepped out in the morning like morning dew

But you knew this night was done

Gone with that wind of the first sun

We knew the eyes in the mirror cant choose

We can’t win because when we do

We have only ourselves to lose – Nash