Castles Made Out Of Sand Will Fall Into The Sea Eventually
Although this life was never perfect,
Sometimes you just made it worth it.
Through everything you could always see,
Cleary, straight down to the real me.
But now we never talk.
When I call I get a busy tone.
We've disbanded, went our seperate ways
And now we fight our seperate battles all alone.
Is this how we're going down?
Without a splash, without a sound?
I could say we did our best,
But I'd be lying.
When it came down to the final punch,
We'd already had enough,
Tired from the fight,
There was nothing left, no one there
And we were all well aware,
We were outnumbered.
All the colors fade away
And I'm left with black and white.
But it's just a little bit too late to see what I did wrong
And what I could've done right.
Sitting here alone,
Unsure of each and every day.
I look around to see,
Everyone else is moving on and they are all okay.
Maybe there's something different,
Something wrong with me.
Because I'm still holding on,
To everything that's already slipped away, long gone.
Is this how we're going down?
Without a splash, without a sound?
I could say we did our best,
But I'd be lying.
Because when it came down to the final punch,
We'd already had enough,
Tired from the fight,
There was nothing left, no one there
And we wree all well aware,
We were outnumbered.
It's time to let go, I know.
But there's so much that's been left unsaid.
There's nothing left for us to do though.
Because these incidents are all long dead.
But I still miss the days,
When the world was flip-flopped around,
And you all pulled me through
And claimed I helped you too.
Is it true we lost the fight?
Fell into darkness, away from the light?
I guess that's how we went down,
I like to think we made a little splash, a quiet sound.
I can say we tried to do our best,
And I wouldn't really be lying.
Because when it came down to the fianl punch,
We gave it what we had,
It just wasn't enough.
Sometimes you just made it worth it.
Through everything you could always see,
Cleary, straight down to the real me.
But now we never talk.
When I call I get a busy tone.
We've disbanded, went our seperate ways
And now we fight our seperate battles all alone.
Is this how we're going down?
Without a splash, without a sound?
I could say we did our best,
But I'd be lying.
When it came down to the final punch,
We'd already had enough,
Tired from the fight,
There was nothing left, no one there
And we were all well aware,
We were outnumbered.
All the colors fade away
And I'm left with black and white.
But it's just a little bit too late to see what I did wrong
And what I could've done right.
Sitting here alone,
Unsure of each and every day.
I look around to see,
Everyone else is moving on and they are all okay.
Maybe there's something different,
Something wrong with me.
Because I'm still holding on,
To everything that's already slipped away, long gone.
Is this how we're going down?
Without a splash, without a sound?
I could say we did our best,
But I'd be lying.
Because when it came down to the final punch,
We'd already had enough,
Tired from the fight,
There was nothing left, no one there
And we wree all well aware,
We were outnumbered.
It's time to let go, I know.
But there's so much that's been left unsaid.
There's nothing left for us to do though.
Because these incidents are all long dead.
But I still miss the days,
When the world was flip-flopped around,
And you all pulled me through
And claimed I helped you too.
Is it true we lost the fight?
Fell into darkness, away from the light?
I guess that's how we went down,
I like to think we made a little splash, a quiet sound.
I can say we tried to do our best,
And I wouldn't really be lying.
Because when it came down to the fianl punch,
We gave it what we had,
It just wasn't enough.