This is the longest road to nowhere

Although it's shorter than you think

When the shutters comes down

When the chain breaks its link

Can love triumph

Will hate fall

Can good win

Probably not at all

The tide will go out and not return

The flame will die and never again burn

I will fall asleep and never awake

The next page of the diary won't have a date

Can love triumph

Will hate fall

Can good win

Probably not at all

With vile defeats

I limp towards December

Full of vile deceits

But destined not to be remembered