sitting outside of myself i see that times are cold to bare
im a the restless one
staring up for answers that poured on to the ground
that the rain beated down without a sound
i am the lost one

staring up for answers that poured on to the ground
that the rain beated down without a sound
i am the lost one
down without a sound
i am the lost one
night is my holy time
where the world around has gone to bed
to me they all might be dead
i like the cutting wind its my kindred
it lashes the world around