A sad story comes raining down, mystifying us; it counts all the seasons we’ve lost and is enveloped by the night.

The scene that comes upon us dazzles our vision as our frozen sleep melts away bit by bit.
It’s as if our passion is seeping out across the floor – as if it’s already bled out.

A sad story comes raining down, mystifying us; it counts all the seasons we’ve lost and is enveloped by the night.
We step out across a repainted page – if we can get the message out, let’s just stay here for a while!

In a world that’s been torn open, losing all meaning, we seek an ending, as if turning our backs on it all:
In order to not be swept away by each grandiose day… in order to keep from vanishing.

A sad story comes raining down, mystifying us; it counts all the seasons we’ve lost and is enveloped by the night.
We step out across a repainted page – if we can get the message out, let’s just stay here for a while!

A clichéd credit roll comes flowing to its end;
Signals resound in rotation, telling us of what will come next – they reach our ears and we begin.

A sad story comes raining down, mystifying us; it counts all the seasons we’ve lost and is enveloped by the night.
We step out across a repainted page – if we can get the message out, let’s stay here for a while.
If we can get the message out, let’s dive a little deeper… if we can get the message out, let’s just stay here for a while!