Campfires and Masquerades

I remember the story
The story of the little boy
The story of the mother's child
The story of all

And I remember the middle of the darkness
Reaching out for a hand to hold
Reaching out for anything
That'll lead me back home

I'm still here
I'm still waiting for you
After all these years
After all these years

I remember the shadows
On the walls of my memory
They move around like reality
In this prison that we've made

And I remember the firstborn sunrise
Couldn't stand to open my eyes
Like a blind man wandering
On the edge of this grave

I'm still here
I'm still waiting for you
After all these years
After all these years

Campfires and masquerades
Come and go like cheap parades
When nothing's lost and nothing's changed
We like it that way

Our politicians have to lie
'Cause if they opened up our eyes
We'd kill then just like others who tried
To pull us out of this cave

Maybe that's why we're so shaken
When our questions have the courage to
Come and drag us from our fiction
Those who fear the grave never find the truth
But every day begins at midnight
And if we're ever gonna see the sunrise
Somebody's gotta wake up
Before the morning comes

Yeah, somebody's gotta wake up
Gotta wake up
Somebody's gotta wake up
Before the morning comes

Somebody's gotta wake up
Gotta wake up
Somebody's gotta wake up
Before the morning comes

Mmm, gotta wake up
Mmm, gotta wake up, wake up
Before the morning comes