So hard to see you When you're in the room All that you hate Is but a picture of you As vague as a screen Under the red and blue All that you hate Is but a picture of you No need to pine Or hide anymore Too late to answer The knock on the door No more long days waiting Looking with hope to the sky No need for reasons No need for reasons Why... What you've been used to What you've been through Never known mercy Have none to show What you've been used to What you become... A little short of What you used to want No more long days waiting Looking with hope to the sky No need for reasons No need for reasons Why...