We stare at broken clocks, the hands don't turn anymore.

The days turn into nights, empty hearts and empty places.

The day you lost him, I slowly lost you too.

For when he died, he took a part of you

Death is only a chapter,

So let's rip out the pages of yesterday.

Death is only a horizon

And I'm ready for my sun...

I'm ready for my sun to...

I'm ready for my sun...

I'm ready

for my sun to set

This is suicide season!

If only sorrow could build a staircase, or tears could show the way

We would climb our way to Heaven, and bring him home again

If only sorrow could build a staircase, or tears could show the way

We would climb our way to Heaven, and bring him home again