The bus trip smelled like gasoline I fell in sweaty sleep And found no guilt inside of me How often could we meet? ♪ "The sanatorium was a need" The manager consoled Indeed, I never found my place In memories of old ♪ In light so bright your eyes can bleed And shadows fly Their silhouettes came in And settled on my mind Over the edges of the wood I saw their cries They're here to judge me A stranger to their eyes ♪ -Coffee, sir? -Yes, please, some milk will suit it well -Smoke, sir? -Yes, please, I'm sure she wouldn't care ♪ I saw the shadow out of your eyes She moved amongst cracked voices Concealed from fears within them Crawled beside me, formed by life I saw the shadow in my eyes Lurking in the deep Seeking shelter Banging doors Without an answer Locked away Formed by death Formed by death