he's gone, but he's sleeping
'cause he's worried, that they've got nowhere to hide
but you know, he's never fully dreaming
'cause he's scared, that they'll find one another
you'd hold hands with him
to know that someone reached
a space in time
where you know that you've got things to see
like the corner where the air came in
and the bedroom where the walls were thin
i heard you calling in the early hours
"please someone will you let me in?"
my friend, you're struggling
'cause you know, that life outside is grey
and you said, "everything is nothing
compared to the silence of another"