Patterns cross the floor with cars As I slowly draw the blinds I'm wondering what you've come here for You know this light hurts my eyes And I see only gray, It's not clear I'm lying Patterns formed from words still fall Sentences spiral down The conversation carries on Steel strikes stone without sound My rest comes with the tearing of an eye In a pause to blink it dry sleep comes fast And I wait to hear the drumming on the walls The soft light in the halls will still burn when I have passed I will be waiting for darkness at noon