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!

All songs written by Staple © 2004 Flicker USA Publishing

Behind the Song:
'This song is written in a fashion reminiscent of prophecies given in the Old Testament. Prophets such as Isaiah or Jeremiah would often call out Israel on their state of apathy or complacency in a certain area. I wrote this song addressing much of the Christian music industry as well as my own life concerning the decline of focus and/or passion behind many of the things we talk about and attempt to live out before an unbelieving world. It is a when we first began.' - Staple