Alone without you.
It hurts inside...

In the late hours of the night,
I see his eyes...

The shades of colors hidden with in the eyes.
A dreaming brush that sits and awaits the image...

In the dead of night
When I open up the scab...

Has anyone had a feeling
Of something dark inside...

Never could say the words.
Even though you were right there...

In this place
I do sit...

Here we are
At the end...

Eyes of blue
Shine down on you...

The chilled breeze bends around quiet road,
The taste of coming snow in the air...

Quiet as it is, here in the night I stand,
Awaiting the eve of the dawn...

You don't have to ask.
I already will...