Closed in coat too tight for breathing
Lost in his head for days, grasp for thought and it just fades
Sinking, falling back and reeling...
He counts the minutes leaving; he stays
Lost in steps he can't retrace
Windows fogged to thick for seeing
Inside the part he plays...
Dead hands manipulate every faded sacred object
Glazed eyes see memories dim; further now than he was then
Colors are faded, the lights gone out to sea
Reflected in pieces, a shard of what was free
Wander straight though indecision.
He will find a way, anything to make her stay
Longing for a voice of reason...
He sits silent, writhing undone; satiate the only one
Colors are faded, the lights gone out to sea
Reflected in pieces, a shard of what was free
Oh...
