Sweet Naiveté - The Dear Hunter

Gone is the time when I could survive nursing on a sweet naivete

Waiting for you

But I’ll still hold on hope, as frail as the evening’s ghostly gloam (Oh)

Staring till' the stars align

Gone is the time when I could survive nursing on a sweet naivete

Waiting for you

And still we stand here praying, for something more divine

Our hands clasped so tightly, but 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