One man stands by the warmth
Of the cold winter snow...

I’m thinking about thinking
I’m dreaming about dreaming too...

Squashing insects beneath our fingers
No consideration for such little lives...

Sleep
And hear the feeling...

My heart shattered into a hundred different pieces
Tattered strips lie trodden on the floor...

There’s singles in your area and they want to...
And by the look of their pictures you’re in for...

I watch you in silence
As you play with their hearts...

Heartstrings, you used to play
Between bones that you'd separate...

I've been lost, inside my head
As they talk of names and places...

The Keeper of uncertain worlds
Spins the dice and rolls the wheel...

In the time before the fall
before the setting of the Sun...

I am not one of you
And I don’t give a s**t...