How can I demand of you to be more alive than you ever will be... how can I desire to know you're what you are, constantly asking myself: why the dead are more alive than those who think they're still breathing? So how can I demand to see more signs? That's understood - you are the Truth. We became the shades.
Words are the Sand, and thoughts are the Clay, so I'm trying to paint and give form to something before the storm comes. So I'm trying to send a message from out here. To call to you wherever you are. But it's a special, silent and numb way to call for somebody. I just know I can't do nothing more, it can't be any louder. It just can't be..
