When I locked away
all the bottles of ink
When the third evening came
my voice had grown weak
When the silence was all I could hear
I didn't know who would whisper in my ear
And the mirror in me
is one that's cracked
There's no consistency
of the man in the glass
Oh it's terrible to be alone
With a person that you don't know
Who will you find in solitude?
What will you hear when silence surrounds you?
Do you know?
Who will you find?
What will you hear?