We can be honest
At our story's end
Nothing to promise, no
Or pretend
No sense in hurting
For things we did not say
Everything's ended, anyway
There is still this afterglow
Of things I wish you could have known
You know I miss believing
The stories I was told as a child
And I miss feeling colours in dreams
That have turned into nightmares now
Nightmares... oh
Can you still hear me?
Are you still somewhere?
Are we just star dust out there?
And Is there a reason for anything?
I'm too tired to tell
Is there a heaven in this hell?
But there is still this afterglow
Of things I wish you could have known
Father, I miss believing
The stories I was told as a child
And I miss feeling colours in dreams
That have turned into nightmares now
Nightmares... oh
Since we can be honest
At our story's end
Could we have been honest
At the beginning?
There is an afterglow
Of things we did not say
But everything's ended anyway
And maybe we'll meet again
Someday