The Songwriter Lyrics - Staple

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 they're living for 

Your passion cut so deep, it bled 

But now, the songwriter is dead 

Now here's to the way, here's to the truth 

Here's to the life that you once knew before your passion died inside of you 

Now here's 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 who've died young 

We are directors who've forgotten 

We are life's writers and all our hope is gone 

How far will we fall? 

Our passion dies, here tonight. 

We've forsaken our first love... 

Look how far we've fallen from!