My body is a vessel for my soul
My body grows withered and old
Deep down in the darkness all there is, ...is cold
And I don't know what it means
I don't try to pry at the seams
But sometimes, sometimes my mind runs away
into the abyss of ashes gray
I just want to know
I just want to know
Why the twilight sky looks so resplendent
Filled with fathomless purples and blues
And why GOD why.. why does it make me think of you?