27 A Million Years
I look out and listen
For you
Is it you?
Sometimes
It's too much
To think
About
To break
The clouds
And you wait
For them to break
And you wait
Meanwhile
All else is broken
Broken
I'd swear you're still here
Nothing is clear
I'm so tired
I could sleep for
A million years
I'm so tired
And it's so cold
Cold to the bone
It gets so cold out here
The things I wish
I could believe
I'd swear you're still here
Nothing is clear
This is the Ice Age
This is a torn page
It seems such a long way
I look for the light of day
All the things
I wish would stay
Seem to vanish in the haze
The things I wish
I could believe
Somehow I thought
You'd always be
Still here
Nothing is clear
Is it you?
