no point in standing in the cold
machine just slides across the road
there are no ears left to listen
this morning leaves no light to trace
i am lost in this place
because you will only see what you want to
i am here
falling in space
there is no sound
i scream but no one hears me
no point in standing in the cold
a dream just slides across the road
i stop to look but no one sees me
this morning leaves no light to trace