Senses start to falter 

My vision is altered 

There's a blind wind running 

Through the trees 

My memories 

They deceive so cunningly 



With no reply 

With no reprieve 

I try to chase what I believe 

Into my mind 

Where I lie - that everything's fine 



But if I could... 

turn around 

And if I could... 

hear the sound 

And if I could... 

feel the ground 

falling beneath me 



I don't want to tell you goodbye 

But I don't want to tell you a lie 

This thing... 

This aching 

Tears my heart and 

Cuts me down to size 

I don't remember 

A time when things like this 

Weren't so amiss 

This abyss 

I can't believe I'm so naive to this.