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Why are we stuck here in this boneless space?
Why are we camped here in this empty place?
Seems like a reminder of our happy days
We seem to be caught here solving a broken case
When will we rise to act on what we say?
Or will our words be sounds in an empty place?
Seems like a question for our endless days
We seem to be stuck here, lost in an endless maze

Just like neon lights and fake guitars
Nothing ever seems to make any sense at all

But you said
Silver and gold I have none
But I bring you hope
You bring me back to life
You make me feel alive
Feel alive

How do our hearts draw light in the darkest days?
Do we believe that there is a better way?
Seems like we're miles away from happy days
We seem to be stuck here looped in a fuzzy days

Just like neon lights and fake guitars
Nothing ever seems to make any sense at all

But you said
Silver and gold I have none
But I bring you hope
You bring me back to life
You make me feel alive
Feel alive

You're all I need
When this world fades
Only you remain
You're all I need
When everything's not the same
You never changed

You said
Silver and gold I have none
But I bring you hope
You bring me back to life
You make me feel alive
I feel alive

But you said
Silver and gold I have none
But I bring you hope
You bring me back to life
You make me feel alive
Feel alive