I do believe that you are near
Though memories of you are not even here
We take the bow and grasp ourselves to see the light on other end
My heart still aches of the thought of me being gone
We look down and see what we have done wrong
There is no explanation to what I sense in you
The love or hate of touring stars
Which hold us in; hold what we are
There must be something in the air; what we breathe in and out
There must be something in the ground; the things we see, the things we found
The curiosity of suns and coldness of she shallow moon; we meet again on same ground
I touch your naked scalp with my unsightly hands; I feel the sweat of thousands dripping down the earth.
There is eternity in motion; in skies and drenched woods of darkest days we saw.
There is no you, no me, no them; and only coldness of the passed mankind
I smell the tears on their pale cheeks; uncalled and long forgotten.
I step outside and see the wind; infolded into died out branches.
No life exists; no light have shone upon us.
We are the last who will be left behind.
There is the world; the world of brightly fooled us;
And cliffs of underlining roads; which lead you to nowhere
And I have been there; I saw the pain floating in the air.
There are no words which will be said
Or taken lives; by far the greatest
There will be me and bitter air
There is no one; there is no there.