Face First - The Insurect Years

And now im giving up.
I wish I could just say those things you told me
once before about not giving up.
I miss you now you've died in dreams a thousand times before.

Like a long rope from an old tree, hangs a good friend.
But only in dreams, I drip dry tears; when will I see you again?
I'll never see you again.
Summer's gone and I will never speak to you.

With a needle in your arm and the red light on,
would you clean up for a song?
Well here it is, it's for the better, this one's for Dawn.