Emptiness is formnnThe lines have yet to fill your facenBut your time is still being taken awaynnI'm leaving nownCrawling north where it's cold and greennnI'm leaving nownGoing to see sights unseennnWe are young, but not for longnnAbsentee, your silence has been noticednnWith an open wound and bright hopenMay swords of hatred fall from our handsnnWith an open wound and bright hopenMay we forgive a thousand times