Counting down, there is no way out And the days that remain will be lost in doubt We are works of art, we are shards of glass There's a rose in my hand but a thorn in my loaded heart This is not an ending 'Cause we are just suspended This is not an ending Memories, bittersweet Keep us close, overdose, keep us company On this hallowed ground, we are hollow-eyed There's a rose in your hand but a thorn sticking in your side This is not an ending 'Cause we are just suspended This is not an easy remedy Or a way to stem the bleeding It is clarity Some relief If we lay some faith on our time and space With a rose in our hands, we'll emerge from the darkest place This is not an ending 'Cause we are just suspended I am not forgetting And we're just rearranging We are not forsaking 'Cause we are just suspended This is not an ending