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.