Testo The Songwriter Staples
The date was set, this night was saved
(the music played)
For holy vows to be unmade
Silent bouquets fell to the floor
(with no remorse)
Forsaking what theyâre living for
Your passion cut so deep, it bled
But now, the songwriter is dead
Now hereâs to the way, hereâs to the truth
Hereâs to the life that you once knew before your passion died inside of you
Now hereâs to the song that you once played
Before all meaning died and all the words faded away
We are composers who have fallen
We are the poets whoâve died young
We are directors whoâve forgotten
We are lifeâs writers and all our hope is gone
How far will we fall?
Our passion dies, here tonight.
Weâve forsaken our first loveâ¦
Look how far weâve fallen from