What's Left Of Me

I think of the days I was thrilled by this road ahead When the moment won over what was to come Not afraid of the distance but the distance afraid of me Everytime I made it there I found nothing The distance was gone Now, I don't wanna fade But I ain't gonna run I'm resting my head on these stones God, what have you done to you and me I'm tired of scaring the future away No road ahead, the fire is dead Father don't you see in front of you Is what the chase has left of me If only they told me What the kerbside was hiding away Where the angels from high street didn't want to go And a heartbeat is forced To resign to the glory of a commonplace I am jaded Blackwell: I don't wanna see what's becoming of me Here's a bit Then spare me this sight now… Cut it out I'm tired of the future myself Beggar: I don't wanna fade but I ain't gonna run I'm resting my head on these stones God, what have you done to you and me I'm tired of scaring the future away No road ahead, the fire is dead Father don't you see In front of you is what's left of me Blackwell: God and glory torn to pieces No no, it's just the spirit of the times I'm drawn to a flame that won't release me Release me And I see a thousand who wait in line lead guitar: Sascha Paeth both: I don't wanna face what I ain't gonna stand I'm resting my head on these stones God, what have you done Look at yourself I'm tired of scaring the future away The dark road ahead, the fire is dead Father don't you see what you have made of me