With heat at my back
and cold on my path,
I'm alone.
There's faces
and a blinking orange light
with question marks
and the door is closed.
The hall is empty.
The glass is cold against my knuckles,
but I just keep breathing,
trying to forget the emptiness.
Somewhere behind me I dropped my soul.
I'll have to go back,
go back, go back.
I can't go back to that place,
that dark, creaking staircase
with blinding sunlight
and short goodbyes.
I open my mouth to speak,
but I only remember two words.
I'm feeling things that aren't there.
I'm waiting for messages that will never appear.
Numb to the weather,
I'll just walk home,
'cause there's nowhere else to go.