eyes glazed overnstanding in the doornlooking at the peoplenwith the expression you once worenoh wellnnin a sad sadnstate of affairsnpeople in shamblesndeath just standing therenhe just standing there noh wellnoh well, oh wellnneverywhere around me I see people dyingnsometimes i think I'd like to just move awaynwhen I go to funerals I see people cryingnbut i don't feel that waynnand I you'd see from my hidenwell, you wouldn't run and hidenand it wouldn't be strange at allnbe strange at allnbe strange at allnat allnna winter blanket over newborn babyna car cover hides in your garagenand you stillnfind yourselfnnout of touch nout of spacenout of mindnout of timennout of touch nout of spacenout of timennout of touch nout of spacenout of your mind