Yes, you know the feeling. All alone you back to the wall. And all the doorways. Are starting to close in front of you. . Well, there's no confusion. Oh no, it came in a spell.
Hey, the old ones speak of winter. The young ones praise the sun. And time just slips away. Running into nowhere. Turning like a wheel. And a year becomes a day.
Screaming out alone in the night. Just a time and place but it's real all right. We are diamonds that shine without fire. We're climbing the stairs going down and never higher.