Existing here, in the darkness of the sunlight.
Taking in the wicked sky, until the dark of night.
The door cracks open, there is no sun shining through.
If I can't understand me, then I can't understand you.
What I thought I've felt, what I thought I've known.
Feeling betrayed and hollow because I stand alone.
If the sky that I look upon, should crumble and fall.
I'll be here waiting for you, standing proud and tall.
Even as twisted thoughts spin around my head.
There won't be a single tear, that you'll see me shed.
As I watch all the hills crumble down to the sea.
I cradling the broken glass, that has become me.
Looking at the pieces, full of my life and my disdain.
All glass breaks, maybe that's why its called a window pane.
As the world and all I know crumbles around my feet.
I should have known better, that one day we'd never meet.