One of these days when nature spring cleans
I'll be part of the flotsam that goes
I'd like to think that I'll make room for others
As others have made room for me
With all this darkness round me

I feel less alone
In this bad excuse for daylight
I feel less

Willed on, aware of brevity
Can't the present freeze just a while
The past has gone
The future happening
What happens in between
Happens anyway with all this darkness round me

I feel less alone
In this bad excuse for daylight
I feel less.