A stairwell deserted A building at night I'm trapped in a fiction A slave to the facts Toy balloons, best wishes Abandoned paper dishes They're waving at me But I'm not waving back I'm here, I'm sinking Sinking deeper, I'm floating through time Wild, desperated kisses Fire escapes, near misses Excuse are made (Pre-planned) off the cut The sense of an ending The ending of sense A journey too far But not far enough I'm here, I'm sinking Sinking deeper, I'm floating I'm here, something's missing My mouth is moving But the voice isn't mine