Senses start to falter
My vision is altered
There`s a blind wind running
Through the trees
My memories
They deceive so cunningly
With no reply
With no reprieve
I try to chase what I believe
Into my mind
Where I lie - that everything`s fine
But if I could...
turn around
And if I could...
hear the sound
And if I could...
feel the ground
falling beneath me
I don`t want to tell you goodbye
But I don`t want to tell you a lie
This thing...
This aching
Tears my heart and
Cuts me down to size
I don`t remember
A time when things like this
Weren`t so amiss
This abyss
I can`t believe I`m so naive to this.