Carmine

he's gone, but he's sleeping 'cause he's worried, that they've got nowhere to hide but you know, he's never fully dreaming 'cause he's scared, that they'll find one another you'd hold hands with him to know that someone reached a space in time where you know that you've got things to see like the corner where the air came in and the bedroom where the walls were thin i heard you calling in the early hours "please someone will you let me in?" my friend, you're struggling 'cause you know, that life outside is grey and you said, "everything is nothing compared to the silence of another"