You’re a cold and violent wind
You’re an enemy amongst a sea of friends
Who will not soon forget your face
You’re a worm inside a bird
You’re the voice that calls for help that’s never heard
You linger on your words
What to say?
You’re a creek in need of rain
You’re the showers that came just a day too late
The drought that dried the lake
Hey, hey
But look what you have done
Do you see what you’ve become?
You communicate and it’s already begun
You’re the dead fur on a coat
You’re the antidote that can but won’t be sold
The cough inside a cold, no, no You’re the emptiness in black
You’re the stolen gold inside a robbers sack
Who will not give you back, no, no But look what you have done
Do you see what you’ve become?
You communicate and it’s already begun
You’re the ghost inside this room
You’re the soul who lost its way, we must assume
And you won’t be leaving soon