Verse 1

The thing about dreams is, you'll eventually have to wake up to reality.

But if I'm aware of that, and yet choose to indulge in them, is that a pity?

Doesn't a person who's sure to drown any moment still hope against hope?

So why can't I keep on making wishes if I acknowledge you've cut the rope?

Chorus

I know it's over, a hurricane swept you away.

I don't expect a future; I only seek refuge in yesterday.

So why should I open my eyes to the dark?

Can't I keep walking if I recognize the danger that lurks?

As long as my eyelashes are tightly clasped,

You are still mine; your hand is still within my grasp,

So why should I open my eyes to the dark?

Why should I try to fight how I can still feel the sparks?

Verse 2

When everything is out of your hand, all you can do is hope and pray.

My grave is ready, but l will wait a while before I finally sink into the clay.

It's not love if it's not forever, and you're the one, you're one of a kind.

I'll give it a while before I open my eyes, people do change their minds.

Chorus

I know it's over, a hurricane swept you away.

I don't expect a future; I only seek refuge in yesterday.

So why should I open my eyes to the dark?

Can't I keep walking if I recognize the danger that lurks?

As long as my eyelashes are tightly clasped,

You are still mine; your hand is still within my grasp,

So why should I open my eyes to the dark?

Why should I try to fight how I can still feel the sparks?

Bridge

You are the one who said it's never too late,

So don't blame me if I decide to wait,

Even after you've let go,

Even after you've said no,

And you've stuck to it, you're firm.

But when I look at you, I still feel warm-

The part of me that I lost to life is restored.

And it's worth knocking at God's door.

I accept we probably won't get back together,

But I refuse to not hope and pray anymore.

Chorus

I know it's over, a hurricane swept you away.

I don't expect a future; I only seek refuge in yesterday.

So why should I open my eyes to the dark?

Can't I keep walking if I recognize the danger that lurks?

As long as my eyelashes are tightly clasped,

You are still mine; your hand is still within my grasp,

So why should I open my eyes to the dark?

Why should I try to fight how I can still feel the sparks?