Now is the point at which I touch eternity

I salvage the joy from all these shattered, desolate remains.
I feel irrational hope that will not be restrained, it's pounding in my veins.

Who can explain this fickle state? Who can explain this shifting fate?
I just throw out my voice into this turbulance and hope someone will see.

Salvage the joy from all these shattered, burnt out, desolate remains.
I feel irrational hope that will not be restrained, it's pounding in my veins.

I've made amends with this insanity, right NOW is the point I touch eternity.

For something so great, beyond this turbulence is just about to start.
Just about to start.
Just about to start.
Just about to start.