Grasping out with sharpened steel
Holding back that hated squeal...

You're painting a picture
With me as the center...

Counting numbers; up and down
Driving deep into the ground...

A slender figure in her snowy gown
the cool breeze drifting through her dark hair...

With a small piece of hope
a little bit of hate...

Look from here to the rising sun
golden rays against the pink...

Silence
A deafening reality...

The silence is now
A deafening reality...

And so one can see me
standing here alone...

Looking through to see the view
A little gift from me to you...

Dreams floating away
just whispers in the wind...