All I hear is the wind
Whispering where I've been
All I see is the night
Diluting all I've seen
To the door I try to walk
Yet like a child I fear the floor
With the knob I try to lock
My fears out of what I'm not sure
I sit in the corner of my bed
Unsure of what I've said
Is it good or is it bad?
These little things I made a fad
I tire and I rest
Unoppressed and without protest
I wake to a sun
That shot me like a gun
Who pulled the trigger?
Who made me shiver?
I tempt myself to curiosity
Unsure of my superiority
I sit in my corner on my bed
Unsure of what you said
Is it bad or is it good?
These big things I knew I would
Take...
