hope reigns in a drowning song tonight gives way to the possibility that no childhood thoughts were true no bodily pain so cold as the knowledge of ones own faults seeing you is a mirror to myself the night is black and the tvs blue torment the hand that writes these words will tomorrow a new voice be heard maybe this existence is a dream or maybe this dream is existence how could this be the night and the stars speak for themselves the light at the end of the tunnel is strong i can see your face as it guides the way reach out the hand that holds me near when you speak its truth i hear when the music fades and the romance decays and the buildings have fallen down youll find me and the hope you seek cannot be found youll find me