Condition

All the hope is gone I've been keeping the score As I stand here I see nothing but tears Beat goes on The beat goes on Through the fire and storms Through the rage of the soul It's our condition. Clear as day the cause Black as night the effect There is no button to pause Or stem the flow of regret Years roll on The years roll on Like a rose embowered By the wind deflowered. It's our condition. So we bury our love To keep it safe from harm Then we lock all the doors That open onto our hearts Beat goes on The beat goes on Through the fire and storms Through the rage of the soul. It's our condition.