I sit, disillusioned.
I waited at the wake of destruction for this.
For you to render me invisible.
I never should’ve appeared to you in the first place.
Winter is a lonely world with silent time.
When I walk I walk alone,
Somehow you managed to follow.
I could’ve counted on it but like Lot…
I turned round and you were gone.
Left behind nothing more than a pillar of salt and a well of loneliness.
If I say I don’t believe in you, would you believe in me?
You’re in the wind, and I hear you whisper.
Just don’t be surprised when I finally get up and keep walking