Haven't found home again, no sense of peace for the weary There is no way to console the dead Rotting inside of myself, what am I to do? I've lost my vision, this landscape is dreary, a never ending grey "My love, speak not of what was There was joy, and I know of how you suffer But there is hope, colour in the black Find sound in the quiet You need to listen Hear my voice, follow me home" I hear you, but I can't feel you Your touch, your skin Your voice is growing distant Hide the pain again I am retreating, back into the dirt I am retreating, I swear I'll find you