Senses Fail. From The Depths Of Dreams. Stephen. Zeneszám

November 10th, a cold dark night.
You could feel that something wasn't right.
That night many hearts did cry.
When we learned we had to say goodbye.

All embraced under one common song.
The body is dead, but life lives on.

Goodbye Steven. Goodbye you friend. You were so young. You were so young.
Goodbye Steven. Goodbye you friend. You were so young.

The cars lined the streets, as it was coming to an end.
The sun shined so brightly, the day we buried our friend.

All embraced under one common song.
The body is dead, but life lives on.

Goodbye Steven. Goodbye you friend. You were so young. You were so young.
Goodbye Steven. Goodbye you friend. You were so young. You were so young.

Losing in the fall. Lost innocence came down.
An 18 year old boy was buried in the ground.
A family's broken hearts, his friend's streaming tears.
The peace found in death, the living's growing fears.
Of eternal darkness, or is it spiritual light
To come to terms with death on the darkest night.

A brother lost a brother, a friend lost a friend, a mother lost a son, but
Steven's soul will never end.

(You were so young)
(good-bye) A brother lost a brother, a friend lost a friend, a mother lost a son but Steven's soul will never end