Hope Dies Young
Gregor Mackintosh, Nick Holmes
How could you know?
As pure as driven snow
Through a winter of descent
The splintered argument
Such a withering lament
Hopes will die young
Hopes will die young now
Obscure the light of day
Assured the life that yearns inside
Reaching out in vain
Reaching out betrayed
How would you know?
The purest visions grow
Through the system of intent
A weakened argument
Is your eternal punishment
Hopes will die young
Hopes will die young now
Obscure the light of day
Assured the light that burns inside
Reaching out in vain
Reaching out some way
How could you know?
As pure as driven snow
How could you know?