Walking through the quiet halls I see a silhouette of what could be And of what used to be There are no blankets to pull over us But I lay here tangled in cotton and plush in this darkness of your absence A few footsteps A few miles away from me Feels like the longest of journeys With my heart racing and my palms growing warm I wish I could put this to rest I haven't slept in a while But I will still turn off the lights for you.