Like a fading voice behind a closing door
Is the memory of the times when we felt so much more
Now towards the end of each day we crawl
Though we know that the night won't save us at all
There's nothing left we'd be able to mend,
Still we seek comfort in keeping up the pretence
And pinning each other to the ground
With the hatred to that each of us is bound
So when the night falls the fight ignites
We make each other pay for dreams we conjointly let die
There's nothing left we'd be able to mend
Still we seek comfort in keeping up the pretence
Keep up the spirit, keep up the love
(That's what we want them to see)
Keep up the spirit, keep up the love
(Though we know it's not our beliefs)