Tiles Que ferai-je donc? Où aller? Où me tourner? Vers qui me réfugier? Sit - Stare ... I hear voices Noises in my head Looping endlessly Through my wing-clipped history There's no place to run From uncertainty My illusions are mocking me Your broken faith Has turned my heart to stone Endless night Cold and dark A poison pen Poison mind Answers crawl from my wound Casting shadows in my corner Invisible in plain sight Pretending to run away Heavy the wooden door Like nothing I have seen before Indecision delivering destiny Something that was never meant to be Sit - Stare ... pray silent grace Fears to erase Memories shift like sand On winds I never planned to sail I return from yesterday Where the hours pass like days A sentimental dream Carries me