Hey, another numbing light of early morningnAnother pile of half-read booksnNice and safe in my serene surroundingsnEvil smiles and empty looksnWhy justify why you can think at all?nI guess I'm far too sanenCry, falsify this turmoil of emotionnUntil you feel no pain, butnnI'm pretty sure some sun will rise, andnGive me the strength to shield my eyes, fromnAll the lights and all the lies of compromisenAnd I always try to understand, butnLooking back it's hard to knownThat you were bought and sold for a box filled full of Spanish goldnnI sifted through some archives yesterdaynMet you in a photographnI saw your face and simply had to look awaynI know that that would make you laughnnSo many things I guess I should remembernBut I don't know hownSo many things so easy to forgetnI guess I miss you now, butnnI'm pretty sure some sun will rise, andnGive me the strength to shield my eyes, fromnAll the lights and all the lies of compromisenAnd is this a faded memory, ornDid I see you crawlingnOut towards the open sea, so sad and free without menOh, without mennI bid farewell to the faded memory