My hair frizzes
about my face...

Break down,
Break down...

White wings infold black,
and something fills my throat...

I sway
than fall to the ground...

As my blood
drips upon the floor...

I hear your voice
and I reach...

She wanders, broken.
Screams of the lost and the smashing of glass...

The laughter of the lost...
the saddest sound...

Your eyes
so empty...

There is a ghost waiting for me in my room.
He's always calm, says there's space...

There's an overpowering silence
In your eyes...