echoes start as a cross in you
trembling noises that come too soon
spatial movement which seems to you
resonating your mask or feud
hollow talking and a hollow girl
force it up from the root of pain
never said it was good never said it was near
shadow rises and you are here
and then you cut
you cut it out
and everything goes back to the beginning
slience seizes a clouded room
light is shed not a breath too soon
darkness rises in all you do
standing and drawn out across the room
spatial movements are butterflies
shadows scatter without a fire
there’s never been bad
there has always been truth
muted whisper the things she’ll move
never said it was good never said it was near
muted whisper the things you’ll feel