The floor you walk on is smooth There is no ground there Magic begins with blood Outside, there are trees With concrete under their roots But I have passed the tombs of kings I have scoured the seas for miles My fingertips opening, accepting my time Tomorrow, I will walk the streets And steel myself for the familiar. Your eyes will not settle, a hunger. You'd be happier in your grave. When we meet, share stories, you stretch me For me, I'm your sorrow Calling in your dreams For me, I'm your shadow Howling in the streets For me, I'm your sorrow Calling in your dreams For me For me For me For me... I'm your sorrow I'm your sorrow For me, I'm your sorrow Calling in your dreams