This is whats become of us now,   And somehow we live with this      I give into this      This is the darkest of nights   This is the coldest of days      As glory rest so high above,   It seems impossible to reach.      These lonely nights   Keep bringing me down   Further and further down   Well this is the darkest of nights   This is the coldest of days      So I'll let it be known   That this ship would've sank   Oh this plane would've crashed   Right into your Astoria      This is me at my lowest   This is you at your highest.