Grey light bleeds through curtain lace, A ghost of warmth I can’t retrace. The clock ticks slow, the room grows thin, I’m drowning in my own skin. Take me somewhere the tide runs cold, Where silence keeps the things I’m told. I’m just a shadow on the wall, Waiting for nothing at all. Static hums in empty rooms, A needle dragging through the grooves. Your memory’s a fading stain, A cigarette smoke in the rain. Take me somewhere the tide runs cold, Where silence keeps the things I’m told. I’m just a shadow on the wall, Waiting for nothing at all. And I don’t ask for more than this — The hollow ache, the near-miss. To feel the weight of what was real, A wound so deep it starts to heal. Take me somewhere the tide runs cold, Where silence keeps the things I’m told. I’m just a shadow on the wall, Waiting for nothing at all. Grey light bleeds through curtain lace, A ghost of warmth I can’t retrace. The clock ticks slow, the room grows thin, I’m drowning in my own skin. Take me somewhere the tide runs cold, Where silence keeps the things I’m told. I’m just a shadow on the wall, Waiting for nothing at all. Static hums in empty rooms, A needle dragging through the grooves. Your memory’s a fading stain, A cigarette smoke in the rain. Take me somewhere the tide runs cold, Where silence keeps the things I’m told. I’m just a shadow on the wall, Waiting for nothing at all. Static hums in empty rooms, A needle dragging through the grooves. Your memory’s a fading stain, A cigarette smoke in the rain. Take me somewhere the tide runs cold, I’m just a shadow on the wall, Waiting for nothing at all. Static hums in empty rooms, A needle dragging through the grooves. Your memory’s a fading stain, A cigarette smoke in the rain. Take me somewhere the tide runs cold, Where silence keeps the things I’m told. I’m just a shadow on the wall, Waiting for nothing at all. Waiting for nothing at all
