You say that you're afraid

what do you think I am?

The pressure in this room

is the same that runs in my veins



The purity of every heart

The aching fear that we shall be apart



I wonder if you see

the wall that is between us

Your face is turned away

and my hands they search for nothing



My distant thoughts run cold and dark

I wear the wisdom that we shall be apart



And further on I must confess

I'm lost in all my thoughtlessness

Increasing speed contains my art

it whispers low that we shall be apart