We were strangers when we started
And as strangers we shall end...

My minds wick is brightly burning
Silhouetted in darkness...

With a mind racing
With circle thoughts...

She sits in her underwear with her hair done up
Her skin is too cold to touch...

Why should I care
About some one who's always there...

I hold on tight to this hope.
You can't take it from me...

A past calls
From inside the walls...

The tone of your voice holds me tight
Cutting my sight from any light...

The word is spinning
Lop-sided and unbalanced...

You bring a smile to my face
Even if I can't see yours...

The world's un-even
I could swear this room's on a hill...

With heavy eyes I watch it all
I'm too tired to catch a detail so small...