Cold and shaking in the view of night
I don't need to feel so lost and hopeless...
But I always have....
Outside there are people who know how we feel
We're never less than we think we are...
My heart is but a train rushing down the tracks
There's something, in the way. Someone.
In my dream it is I who is there
Frozen in the headlights of my own heart breaking
The time is sure to be a consequence.
In the moments that I have kept my ritual, dear to me
I have never forgotten all the love that fills the air...
Just in the depth of a secluded crowd
I reach out my hand
Only to disappear... and disappear again
This shrouded nightmare, signified.