Sitting on a throne of glass
Watching every season pass
In your cold, hollow stare the story is told again
Could it be? Did you see us trying to cut the strings?

Then it all became a vision of the past
And the distance's something we could never grasp
But just know that when we turned our backs and left
There were way too many things left to be said

Every thorn, the pain in every wound
It's all for you
It's all for you