Rolling, volcanoes in the night. Glowing, in the dark like meteorites. We're volcanoes, deep in the night. We roll in like meteorites.

There's no way to make the pain play fair. It doesn't disappear just because you say it isn't there.

You said, remember that life is not meant to be wasted—we can always be chasing the sun. So fill up your lungs and just run.

This is my darkest hour
. A long road has lead me out here
. But I only need turn around to face the light, and decide, flight or fight?

You were all just perfect little satellites, spinning round and round this broken earthly life.

Can you see the wise man simply living, loving quietly. Every breath he takes eternity, 'til the sun turns black.