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 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
Silence seizes a cluttered room
Light is shed not a breath too soon
Darkness rises in all you do
Standing and drawn across the room
Spatial movements and butterflies
Shadows scatter without a fire
There's never been bad
There has always been truth
Muted whisper of the things
She'll move
And then you cut
You cut it out
And everything
Goes back to the beginning
There's never been bad
There has always been truth
Muted whisper of the things
She'll move
