it's the sound that surrounds me every night i lay in bed without your warm embrace and wonder why i'm so sad my brainwaves are incoherent my fingers have gone numb i haven't left my bed in three days how i long to feel your touch the sounds that no one dares to break at 3 am in a lover's grave brushing the hair away from my face but you don't even know my name and it's all just a dream that i made up i wonder if i am actually awake or if i'm stuck in a perpetual nightmare counting the days until you hold my hand