Sometimes there's nothing to feel. Sometimes there's nothing to hold. Sometimes there's no time to run away. Sometimes you just feel so old. . The times it hurts when you cry.
Slowly fading blue. The eastern hollows. catch the dying sun. The night-time follows. Silence and black. Mirror pool. mirrors the lonely place. Where I meet you.
Like a feeling that I'm down. Deep inside my heart. Like I'm looking out through splitting blood red. Windows in my heart. . From a higher up than heaven.
It's opening time down on Fascination Street. So let's cut the conversation and get out for a bit. 'Cause I feel it all fading and paling and I'm begging to.