Silver

Standing in a naked hall
With no windows
No air
Merging with a blank wall
Anticipating on noise
From across the room
I don't dare to move
A noise
Where does it come from?
From what I think it is?
Fearing things we cannot see
Still it's safer with eyes closed
Hearing with each time I breathe
If there's an answer, in
Noise
From across the room
I don't dare to move
A noise
Where does it come from?
From what I think it is?
It will be lost
And it will be erased
But it will be missed
It will wash out
And it will fade away
But it will be missed
Always the same road
Restless thoughts in a crippled mind
Always the same road
Restless thoughts in a crippled mind
Always the same road
Restless thoughts in a crippled mind
I always end up there



Credits
Writer(s): Nina Kortekaas
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