I say your name once and think it's still enough
but you don't want to listen, the room dark forest, the house dark land
and how we got here, I don't know, remember or want to believe
that after these years we can end up in this hell again
An eye sees but doesn't feel anything, and feet tramp the ground under them
Come here, I want to know, who are you, where are we going
I am just a book of stone, which is known for its empty words
A lie carries and pain cradles
Actions speak louder than words
You drop my name from your lips, you whisper like you would like to crush
but I don't know how to listen, I am a blind forest, a dry land
and that's how we got here, as we just kept moving forward
like we would be going somewhere, a promise and a curse are the shadows of each other
Because I am just a book of stone, which is known for its empty words
A lie carries and pain cradles
Actions speak louder than words