(acoustic guitar solo) 40 years with you go by as a breeze. The rest is a dream. Mostly not to be believed. (do not believe) Our lives are come and gone, mostly gone, mostly memories that we can not believe. A ghost, a mirage. (ghosts in the void) Things that we have seen with eyes that are blind. Feelings we have felt with hearts so cold. (Cold, cold hearts) All the things we heard are lies we were told We believed them fresh but not onto death (death, death, death) None of this was real None of this made sense Lies always fall apart into empty nothingness (empty nothingness) But forty years with you went by like a breeze. The rest all false memories you were the only thing that was real (0utro) The only thing that was real the only thing that was...real