as a child i recall i had once believed  i would die before i reached seventeen  seventeen i remember i faced the truth  when i understood your prophecy was confused  when all is done there is little that can guide everyone along  the faltered line you mumbled on the day you left us behind    nothing is clear though you promised me you'd be here  you promised me  nothing is clear though you promised me  you promised me that you'd be here  nothing is clear though you promised me you'd be here  you promised me  though nothing was clear    as a child hope is what keeps us young  like a fuel it will burn until you are strong  if you're weak you'll never see past the day  like a cynic you will probably feel betrayed  if one thing's clear there is certainly little of value here  and when we die inevitably we're leaving all this behind    nothing is clear though you promised me you'd be here  you promised me  nothing is clear though you promised me  you promised me that you'd be here  nothing is clear though you promised me you'd be here  you promised me  though nothing was clear