Tears down the window
that mirrors my face...

Bound tight in this prison
Of self-made hate...

Light another cigarette
And watch the sunlight flower...

Follow me down, take my hand
Join me in these grains of sand...

I would cry a thousand tears for those whom I have...
But my worn tearducts are empty of water...

Fists are flying towards my face
But I must keep my cool...

Why is it that every morning,
You have to wake 'up' not 'down...

In darkness, you are still with me,
Filling every dream with care...

A sheet covers this window
from which i gaze below...

My death - glowing saviour,
Existence - cruel fiend...

Behind this wall of angry barriers,
Through which you cannot see...

The sweet smell of a summer breeze,
Has turned to stagnant dew...