Fading Slow

Sunday, November 23, 2008
Fading Slow

So I wonder if you're out there,
and I just cant seem to let go.
Nightmare visions haunt my soul,
each new day that passes another scar.
Such sad songs are all I have now,
songs I never got to sing for you.
Spirits walk in the corners of my eyes,
listen close, they'll tell us all it means.
The sun is fading, ending time,
drawing in the bones and wrenching cold.
Listless wandering, watching the phone.
Desperate hands crawl across these muddled worlds..
if hope is lost it was never worth hoping,
but I just cant close that door.
Stubborn maybe and foolish too,
but so few can see the way I do
And so I wonder if you're out there,
thinking the way I do