I write you messages and receive no response

The enduring chill, my mouth is dry with want

No drink that passes my lips ever calms my shakes

So I sit and wait for the day when you say something

Something, anything will do, I’m waiting for you

When I call out across a quarry I hear my voice in return

It confirms my existence: ego, echo, in turn

This wall of rock, it won’t reply

I’m not sure why I try

To make you say something that proves that I am something

Something, anything will do, I’m waiting for you