The Movie's Over

There's no chauffeur on this ride life's offering

And all things change
Become our own clich´

There's just minutes to midnight
Is there any blood left in our hearts´
Change is constant

Finish line's in sight
Is there and air left in our lungs´
In these final days

And it cuts to the bone, this war fought beyond the Rubicon
I seek the cure for this pain we're suffering

And all things change
We sleep in beds we've made

If I lost it all, where would it leave me´

In these final days..

There's just minutes to midnight
Is there any blood left in our hearts´

In these final days..

Can we find our way back home
Far beyond the Rubicon
In these final days..

Falling again..
Can we find our way before it´
I don't know, it's almost midnight
Can we find our way´
Yes, we're on our own
We've seen better days
Sleep in beds we've made

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