Quiet nights and lonely sidewalks
Melancholy on each frosted breath
Thoughts of you play against the gloom
Like silent films inside an empty room
And time and time again I wander vacant streets
Trying to find some rhyme, some reason to believe
But there's no explanation to come under the guise of truth
No consolation, no compensation for stolen youth
From depths that I can barely fathom
Your soundtrack murmurs like a distant stream
My footsteps softly tread a steady beat
And fading memories like echoing melodies
And time and time again I wander vacant streets
Trying to find some rhyme, some reason to believe
But there's no explanation to come under the guise of truth
No consolation, no compensation for stolen youth
You were ripped from our reality
No words of warning could soften the blow
There's no hope of your returning
Maybe a song will bring you home
And time and time again I wander vacant streets
Hoping rhymes and rhythms thread your legacy
But sadly beauty can leave us grasping for truth
No consolation, no compensation for stolen youth
Stolen youth