I sit here, quietly, in this crowd,
minding my own space...

I wonder what I'm doing here.
Here, in this house by myself...

One is named after a song,
her sister, after a flower...

Your brown eyes.
Sometimes, in the night, when sleep...

There are things I've done,
that caused hurt, and anguish...

All is quiet, in the night
of this room...

Oh, my God.
Oh, my God...

The world is off kilter.
The sky is the wrong color...

At times, when I wake at night, I turn to
look to your pillow, to see if you're there...

The skies are gray. I can't see
where a cloud begins, or ends...

I take one step,
and then I take another...

My bed is nothing but embers, on which I will lay...
Your arms will be bound by salted, leather straps...