In a window that never sees
sits a wind chime that never sings
In a bedroom that holds no warmth
lies a bed without a body
In a body without a soul
lies a ghost that never dies
It is there that they lay sleeping
from a slumber that never started
they were born from the nothingness
that filled the world
In that window, in that chime,
in that room, in that body,
in that ghost