I've spent twelve months on end Without knowing how I feel And I've prepared myself a room A shallow escape to deal But was there ever a need Without a lapse of warrant, the time is catching up with me When there's no affiliation, what am I to see I must have forgotten your image I must have forgotten your way And I can't remember the reasons When you're subtle on decay I've spent six months alone None of it seems real Hollow, without a point Nothing new to feel But was there ever a need