( Hammill )

'"Alone, alone" the ghosts all call, pinpoint me in the light;
the only life I feel at all is the presence of the night.

Would you cry if I died?
Would you cry if I died?
Would you catch the final words of mine?
Would you catch my words?
I know that there's no time; I know that there's no rime...
false signs find me
I don't want to hate / I just want to grow /
Why can't I let me live and be free - but I die very slowly
alone
I know no more ways / I am so afraid /
myself won't let me just be myself and so I am completely
alone.