Solitude

I'm seeing faces on the wall

I'm seeing faces on the wall

And I can't hear at all

No, I can't hear at all

They might be closing in

It seems they are closing in

When will I give up

When will I give in

Their eyes are watching me

Shining lights as stones

The air is cold and scarce

Sensations of being alone

When the faces face away

I wish they would rather stay

There's something more I'd see

Something more than company

The walls are closing in

But when will I give in

The blinds are closed and I'm blinded

They are stream and I can't find them

They seem for so many years

Their path smells like large, dark spheres