I hear you calling with a challenge that I can't ignore
and I'm recalling that we've said all you're saying before.
Though you're proclaiming you found something new,
you're not the first or the last,
can't claim to discover what's stood there before
'cause your future is somebody's past.
Eternal stories last just a moment in time.
There is no warning, it's gone in the blink of an eye.
Though it is written in ages been said
a wise man should already know,
there's a change of the tide, an end to the ride,
but we have to find out on our own.
A fading reflection
out of our ashes reborn,
why can't you see the connection?
Is it so tattered and torn?
You're just claiming a crown
that so many have already worn.
I hear you calling with a challenge that I can't ignore
and I'm recalling that we've said all you're saying before.
Though you're proclaiming you found something new,
you're not the first or the last,
can't claim to discover what's stood there before
'cause your future is somebody's past.
A fading reflection
out of our ashes reborn,
why can't you see the connection?
Is it so tattered and torn?
You're just claiming a crown
that so many have already worn.
A fading reflection
out of our ashes reborn,
why can't you see the connection?
Is it so tattered and torn?
You're just claiming a crown
that so many have already worn,
claiming a crown
that so many have already worn.