[male
vocals] (
Soft
rhythmic
guitar
plucks,
melancholic
melody)
Cherche,
the
lights
are
dimming
now.
The
silence
in
this
room
is
heavy.
I’
m
looking
for
the
life
we
promised.
But
it’
s
just
dust
in
the
wind.
Vianney,
the
memories
are
jagged
shards
of
glass.
Walking
through
these
halls
where
shadows
pass.
I
remember
how
we
laughed,
how
we
built
the
walls.
Now
I’
m
standing
in
the
wreckage
of
these
hollow
halls.
We
were
going
to
conquer,
we
were
going
to
rise.
Now
I
see
the
cold
detachment
deep
inside
your
eyes.
I
gave
you
everything,
every
drop
of
blood
and
sweat.
But
you
were
a
gambler,
placing
bets
I’
ll
soon
forget.
I’
m
looking
for
the
life
we
meant
to
keep.
But
the
mountain
is
too
high
and
the
valley
is
too
deep.
Oh
Cherche,
why
did
you
let
the
embers
die?
Left
me
here
to
wonder
underneath
a
weeping
sky.
It’
s
misery,
it’
s
poverty
of
heart
and
soul.
You
took
the
pieces
of
me
and
you
took
control.
You
left
me
in
the
garden
but
the
flowers
turned
to
gray.
Watching
all
the
beauty
slowly
fading
away.
I
thought
that
we
were
solid,
I
thought
that
we
were
stone.
Now
I’
m
sitting
in
the
dark,
truly
all
alone.
I
don’
t
want
your
pity,
I
don’
t
want
your
hollow
grace.
I
just
want
to
erase
the
memory
of
your
face.
You
were
the
anchor,
but
you
pulled
us
to
the
floor.
I
can’
t
find
the
courage
to
knock
upon
your
door.
I’
m
looking
for
the
life
we
meant
to
keep.
But
the
mountain
is
too
high
and
the
valley
is
too
deep.
Oh
Cherche,
why
did
you
let
the
embers
die?
Left
me
here
to
wonder
underneath
a
weeping
sky.
It’
s
misery,
it’
s
poverty
of
heart
and
soul.
You
took
the
pieces
of
me
and
you
took
control.
The
music
slows
down,
the
rhythm
feels
like
a
sigh.
Everything
we
had
was
just
a
beautiful
lie.
I’
m
stripping
off
the
layers,
I’
m
letting
go
of
you.
Even
if
the
heartache
is
all
that
I
can
do.
I’
m
looking
for
the
life
we
meant
to
keep.
But
the
mountain
is
too
high
and
the
valley
is
too
deep.
Oh
Cherche,
why
did
you
let
the
embers
die?
Left
me
here
to
wonder
underneath
a
weeping
sky.
It’
s
misery,
it’
s
poverty
of
heart
and
soul.
You
took
the
pieces
of
me
and
you
took
control.
You
took
the
pieces
of
me
and
you
took
control.
Goodbye
to
the
promise.
Goodbye
to
the
pain.
Just
a
man
in
the
storm,
waiting
for
the
rain.
Cherche...
it’
s
all
gone. (
Fading
guitar,
lingering
atmospheric
synth)