No telephone,
And my apartment is covered in dust
Not a spark of light,
Every memory stolen
The television speaks to me,
I simply turn it off
And close my eyes
Dark clouds can be pretty,
And grief is mine
The shadows, I want to love them too,
For sometimes, I would rather freeze
Not a letter from me,
And I am already miles away
I won't knock at the door today,
It really wouldn't serve any purpose
The watch counts the seconds,
I smash it against the wall
And close my eyes
Dark clouds can be pretty,
And grief is mine
The shadows, I want to love them too,
For sometimes, I would rather freeze