I am the frames I am hidden in the subtext I rely on critic eye To see if there's some clever sight Who's the darkest silhouette Laying printed on the deck? Who's the one that gets taller Every time it's closing day? When in doubt When I'm afraid to talk I see you there, by my side Always believing, always proud I caught a whisper laying low But written silence never grows This nightly voice will have to know The fragile ghost that I've become And there, right before the sunset At darkest times, when I'm a wraith We seem to be more than a tale I feel corporeal By the look in your face When in doubt When I'm afraid to talk I see you there, by my side Always believing, always proud To you I belong to the core I remain between the clues Untouched