I heard a soundnwhen I was a childnsomeone was walking through the pillow that nightnthe snow muted nthe pitch of nightna shadow approached across a field in whitenit's only menit's only menand the sound of my heart it startled menas I driftednfrom the dark roomnface lifted from the paper moonnreflected in the orbit bathnhe manages to say before he starts to laughnyou can't always trustnthe darkness and the dustnbut me, I'm just a mannit's more than I can understandnit's only mennthe white noisenfalls awaynto reveal the perfect daynwhere roses bloomednout of thin airnand music rose from down the buried stairsnit's only minenit's only minenI grew it in the shadenwhen the sun couldn't shinenand at times I don't know whynthe tears come to my eyesnand what if I go blindnas they flow out of my mindnit worries menit worries menthat there's someone on my mindnwho I don't seenI close my eyes to disappearninto the fields of stars between my earsnthe dark nas they overlapnwe follow one another nas we fade to blacknnit's only nightnit's only nightnnan ultrasound when I was aliventhe shadows go spying on the ones in the wildnthey dip their arrowsninto the seanthey wash their arms nas they wait for menthey wait for menthey wait for menhey wait for menhey wait for me