I lost you, I'm staring at the wall No mirrors work, the change was inevitable What a strange and awful feeling Such a strange and awful feeling I don't want you to know Identity floats with identity down in the blood You're changing yourself not for you but for who you were What a strange and awful feeling Such a strange and awful feeling I don't want you to know It's none of what is thrown before And wrapped upon the devil's door To see if he let an old friend in again Sinking consistently into the mist of my shroud My fingers are blistered, I hope I ain't thinking aloud I see you when you're sleeping I know when you're awake I don't want you to know We stare at the faith we left waiting to rust in the hall A land is in pain and the future is stuck in the doorway What a strange and awful feeling Such a strange and awful feeling I don't want you to know