Along the path where the stream is talking, I breathe the mist and continue walking.
The wood it whispers in a language of it's own. As a sigh escaped my lips, I feel the light caress of fingertips that steal away the breath and leave me on my own. Waiting by the stairs. Waiting, I despair, Waiting, I despair. Waiting by the stairs… My whole life is a dark room. One, big, dark room. Do I hear the hollow sound, Footsteps resounding on this frozen ground, or the familiar disappointment of the echoes of my own? Waiting by the stairs. Waiting I despair. Waiting, I despair. Waiting by the stairs… Somehow I ended up here in between, where there is always the comfort, of knowing I'll never be seen. When I fall. When I fall. I wait for just one touch, and I fall. Weightless, Endless, Faithless, I'll adore you. A single touch, before I fade. Painless let me pass through. Weightless, Endless, Faithless, I'll adore you. A single touch, before I fade. Painless let me pass through.
