She closes her eyes,
Yet tries to look around
There's nothing to hear,
There's nothing to see
She's all alone and no matter what
This cannot be changed
This cannot be changed
The shadows she chases may lead her in
Different directions
But she's unable to move
The place she ounce tried to dream of is still there
But she no longer tries
Everything she ounce had is now only everything
She ounce forgot
In her mind
This reality fails
To reveal itself
(day by day she repeats to herself just how much she has done)
Just how much she has done
And eventually
Her perception becomes a hope
That brushes the empty canvas
She is waiting in
(but this picture)
But this picture is not sincere
Picture is not sincere
Everything she ounce had is now only everything
She ounce forgot
And the shades of gray
Reveal the fragile hope
That this scene was built of
Words can bring her back
But it's hard when she's not listening
Silence can bring her back
But only if she knows it's not here
Time can bring her back
But it goes so slowly without her...