I walk through rooms Like I'm made of glass Eyes slide past Names fall flat Hands reach out Then they hesitate Like I ’m just Empty space I am untouched By people By praise By anger that burns By warmth that stays I am untouched By blessing By blame Like nothing can hold me Not even my own name Crowded train I still fade out Mouth half open Never shout Love’s a language I don’t speak Echoes only Every week I am untouched By people By praise By anger that burns By warmth that stays I am untouched By blessing By blame Like nothing can hold me Not even my own name — © 4nd3rs / Nils Anders / Everything Stops Records All Rights Reserved.
