I'm not good, like a should be
God this bad thing, that just won't go away
There's a hole, a distant feeling, a hungry pulling
Hiding in my soul

And my heart, has a veil
A sharp stone, cutting me to the bone
And my heart, has a veil
A sharp stone, cutting me to the bone

There is a world, a screaming silence
Full of words, and one way conversations
Thousand miles, of endless space
Dark blue nights, and lonely Sunday mornings