Well your eyes are out of my soul, cold and tired
 Open like a door to a winter's night
 Silver sky [bad word] a background that begins to grey
 Won't find me falling the second I awake

 I thought I was going backwards
 Walking down the lane
 Found a foggy street
 Now I'm not the same
 Through a maze of walls and fences 
 Nothing can be heard
 Where a million images are spun to just one

 My memories are twisted here as I stand