your voice is going hollow whennever the night starts caving innthe walls are growing thinnbut i think they'll holdnnat least another hour or sonthey'll keep off the onslaughtnthey'll keep out the downpourncan we ask for more?nni'll find you something shinynto distract you from all that might ensuenjust keep it close to younbut don't tell a soulnngoes double for your own, you knownbut when i go, i'm not goneni'm just too close for your eyesnto focus on