all the spaces in your head
all the faces living dead
walk away and stop believing
and in the corner of your eye
a shapeshifter passes by
and the footsteps that you're hearing are receding
you gotta resonate
i don't know when i'll be gone
so what's the use in hanging on
the door is open so just leave it
and all the bridges that you burn
lights your way at every turn
and the sighs you get are bleeding so misleading
you're all alone
on your own
who's on the phone
nobody home
you're all alone
and if you look you know you're not the same
it doesn't matter now who's to blame
now you think you've travelled far
found your way despite the hour
what's the point there's no reason this season
for those who ask and wonder why
a sentimental non-reply
the book is closed so just keep it your secret
you gotta resonate
you know it's not too late
(e. buendia/e. romulo)