This is where it happened We used to go there all the time Now theres empty buildings Decomposing in the evening sun. While those look like fountains We can only pass the time, Theyre sitting like theyre both eating corn. Ive tried to wake you up, but its nobody home I have so much to tell you, but no one to hear I write it on myself with the shine of light Sometimes I think that Im just painting with life. I see my own reflection In the things that fall apart Someday ... wind Will shall that go through my heart? Its the only future well ever have! Ive tried to wake you up, but its nobody home I have so much to tell you, but no one to hear I write it on myself with the shine of light Sometimes I think that Im just painting with life.