I see the crowd of people gather round Making the noise of steps on the ground I keep my eyes on things all around There's nothing left to believe anymore
I hear the sound of people walk around Breaking the silence of the night before I need a place to rest my weary mind There's no one left to believe anymore
Something behind you scares me, I don't know why Nothing around me seems very real to me Out in the cold wind, I'm on the shaky ground Lazy old sun keeps burning
