There's a place we can gonSomewhere far away from herenThere is snownAnd somewhere high above the groundnIs where we will find the keysnSomewhere lostnnSo now you wonder why all things come to an endnIf you never stick aroundnI guess they can, yeahnnMy life up to this pointnHas been a blur of conciousnessnI guess for the past four yearsnI have just been trying to make sense of everythingnOh yeah, it's just been greatnI found out who I amnJust a mirror image of the personnThat I longed to be in the endnSomething not quite like the person anyone will ever knownThe only difference is I'm not the samenI'm entirely alonenOne day I know these dreams I havenWill be the end of menAnd when that day comesnMaybe I will finally seenIt's not these dreams, not these pathetic dreamsnThat make me who I amnI'm nothing more than just a dying sparknFrom back when we were friendsnnSo now you wonder why all things come to an endnIf you never stick aroundnI guess they cannAnd if you always just constantly run awaynThe one thing that you love may never stay, yeah