nnnin a dark December dream, there was a war that day in hellnand there was me standing alone at the end of the worldnbreaking the silence with a screamnreaching out my hands hoping you'd reach for minena beautiful wreck, set free.nbut coming from such a hopeless soul nit seemed that your love would never find me herenbut I’ve seen for myself, and I’ve lived with the guiltna broken heart is made whole without fearnncome out the desert to find me, baby, nI’ll be waiting with a thousand white rosesnthe perfect ending to a life wasted sleepingncome out to the dessert, nyour a dreamer boy don’t let them takeneverything from younnthe sun will only shine once more,nso if its the end then what are you waiting for?nas the line begins to sharpen to show a difference apart good and evil livesnmy vision is blurred and my words are slurred nbut as I lay in the dark, I still scream for a signnnso in this dark, in this dark dreamntrapped in this war, we believe in anythingnwe've learned to trust in what we cannot seenwe’re going home, we’re going to leaventoday we believe in what we can't seenso slide, break the gates, we're going home tonight n