In the evening
On a night not unlike this...

Each day I find there's fallacy
Reminders of my frailty...

If through to the end
I was to decide this thing...

It's easier to mourn
Than to balance doubt with hope...

The footfalls set my rhythm
Squeaks and crunches please me...

I noticed that you're waiting
As you should until you're ready...

Life is in memory
Staged and edited...

Looking out of a window
I could free myself...

At the collection of spirit and flesh
The beginning...

Growing up
I never showed myself...

Well I don''t like to be alone
'N' I don't like to be surrounded...

Friend and love meet tangly
Thread from tact and trust...