Before it gets too dark

I still have my thoughts

Before it gets too dark

I'm nothing like nothing

Where should I go now?

I struggle along my way

Got nothing but this room

It's not my own place anymore

I'm all sharp voices

Even if I don't even have a voice

Have to like what I do

Have to put up with it

Won't you look at me when I'm hiding?

Won't you look at me when I'm hiding?

I'll pray you reassure me

I still love the houses 'round here

Thank God I live in this city

Thank God he doesn't exist for me

I've got my own sense, it's draining me

I've got my own sense, it makes me tired, enormously

Won't you look at me when I'm hiding?

Won't you look at me when I'm hiding (My face?)