What's a secret kept between two friends Or a place at night where I can rest my head We're half a world away An ocean's worth of miles 'till this ends This one's for the looks The ones who do their best to hinder us The ones who flood the boards And talk and talk but never get things done You'll never get things done I've got this burning in me Bring me the sun Do you intend to mean more to this world Than a dash between two dates upon your gravestone? Shrink wrapped and keep it on a shelf Along with trophies life supports you've built yourself They'll collect dust Long years ago, You were a child painting pictures, And running in the snow Now you're a ghost Of a person that you used to know So well I refuse to let this go It's the only thing that makes sense anymore