He doesn't recognize the words inside his head
The dull and vacant eyes or the body in his bed
Blue moonlight passes through a window to the floor
Impressions visible from what was there before
He can still hear the sound
Footprints on the dusty ground
I want to feel calm and light
I want to sleep through the night
I want to know I still have time
Can I?
Hear the cries in the night
Giving in one last time
I want to know it's worth the fight