Hope in all its forms is false,

the memory determines, but

the more you think, the less

you really know.

Hope is such a tricky thing

to hope to understand and if

you think you’ve got it right

then you should go.

But the path is always empty

and it leads into the sun.

Hope in all its forms determines

what you will remember and

the more I think about it,

you should know

that it burns you from the inside

out into the loss of air. You know,

nostalgia’s got a

futuristic glow.

But the path is always empty

and it leads into the sun.