Where the sugarplums fade,
Into daggers and grenades,
This is the place,
Where we once lost our ways.

Love can no longer be found,
Because it was thrown to the cold, hard ground.
All the poor souls here,
They may never come around.

What brought us here in the first place?
Why do I connect this with the sight of your face?
Why is the place for you in my heart
Nothing but a hollow, empty space?

Will we ever see the light?
Will things ever turn out right?
Will we ever find the dawn
of this endless, ominous night?

Love can no longer be found,
Because it was thrown to the cold, hard ground.
We may never wake from this nightmare.
We may never come around.