Aren't we gone.. Aren't we gone..

When two hearts collide, When two hearts collide,

Morning collides with her anguish, Which spells all around. Morning collides with her anguish, Which spells all around.

King-- you are worth more than you think. King-- you are worth more than you think.

To burn the chips and spread the ashes of your lost cedar. To burn the chips and spread the ashes of your lost cedar.

There is still a hope of concords. There is still a hope of concords.