Is it any wonder how, we fade, alone, in the dark? I walked the chapel’s path, mournful, with a broken heart Is it any wonder how we break so far from where we start? And the silence in the chapel echoes every broken part Is it any wonder how we fade like stars before the dawn? Is it any wonder we collapse, lost in endless thorns? In a corner of this chapel, your smile’s shadow echoes low The stained glass bleeds in colors, and only sorrow knows How I feel, in this coldness of absence A bullet in my head will bleed Oh, bury me beneath your feet A thousand voices echo low All their whispers: You're alone Is it any wonder how the clocks all stopped that day? Without a thunder, the church bells toll in ghostly grey I have to wander now, even death bowed low its head It’s time to wander now, out of this memorial’s grey A bullet in my head will bleed Oh, bury me beneath your feet A thousand voices echo low But none of them are yours, I know Take my hand and pull the trigger Lead me out of this forever A bullet in my head will bleed Oh, bury me beneath your feet A thousand voices echo low All their whispers You're alone