For these desperate times on the wirenI sing a melodynIn these ageless ways of the worldnI can sing a better daynnWith my hopes high in heavennAnd my soul lost here on the groundnThere is nothing I can't hiden(save for the...)nSave for the memorynnTo these thankless years on the linenI sing a mysterynThrough these ruins I'll find my waynI sing it back to mennWith the might of convictionnAnd the sense of what's left to be foundnThere is nothing I can't hiden(save for the...)nSave for the memorynThere is nowhere I can runn(save for the...)nSave for the memorynnI hold the hope for the day yetnTo come in my handnHowever the weather the piecesnWill lie where they landnnBut still I dream of the placenWhere the ghosts that turnednOn me now callnThere is nothing I can't hiden(nothing I can't hide)nThere is nowhere I can runn(nowhere I can run)nThere is nothing I can't hiden(nothing I can't hide)nnSave for the memorynnWith the ashes dark on my feetnI sing a memorynnSave for the memory