Текст песни Sweet Naiveté - The Dear Hunter

The soft unsettled quiet from
A million questions never answered

Expecting conversational
Return more akin to diapason

Hope for reason fades away
A hint of heartache in its place

Gone is the time when I could survive
Nursing on a sweet naiveté, waiting for you

But I'll still hold on hope
As frail as the evening's ghostly gloam

Staring 'til the stars align

Gone is the time when I could survive
Nursing on a sweet naiveté, waiting for you

And still, we stand here, praying
For something more divine
Our hands clasped so tightly
Our eyes are closed and shy
We move along when there's nothing left for us
We move along when there's nothing left for us here