Lost & Alone

"This is the end of every song that we sing / The fire burned out to ash, and the stars grown dim with tears / Cold and afraid, the ghosts of all that we've been / We toast with bitter dregs, to our emptiness / And the birds falling out of our skies / And the words falling out of our minds / And here is to love, to all the love / Falling out of our lives / Hopes and dreams are gone / The end of every song / And it all stops...."