I feel a presence | |
I catch your movement | |
In the corner of my eye | |
Keeping its distance | |
Features hidden | |
With passing time | |
Exerting tension | |
I still grate against the pull | |
Keeping pace with me | |
More than company to see | |
Hide in my shadow | |
Deep within my wounds | |
Hide in my shadow | |
Brick by brick | |
I build my tomb | |
Exerting tension | |
I will grate against the pull | |
While this dissention speaks | |
And plays the fool | |
Every Fall the fear is always there | |
I like to visit my despair | |
Silent but not gone |