no need to turn on the lights it s not a mystery to me i ve seen what i can do by the hands of my deceit had you heard about excess then you know about betrayal the the winter of discontent that soon would unveil but somehow i keep waking up in the broken glass the aftermath and all the things that came to pass and somehow when you can t move on you stand up straight dig down deep find the words spit out the song don t need to be reminded cause i see it every day well i m stuck in that moment like a photo in a broken frame all pain stands still the test of time the burden of proof lies with me cause it s all mine but some day when the day does come i will rise again and you will find me there standing there in the morning sun alive at last as i surpass what s left behind stays behind it s where i was and not where i am broken hearts and brand new starts well they find themselves on this lonely boulevard and broken dreams and love it seems collide somewhere on dark and empty streets like these