I stand in the back of the crowd
looking around
is anyone really here
or am i seeing shadows
because surely these people aren't real
With their smiling faces
in the midst of a war
With diamonds and pearls
hanging from their necks
in a time where money is rare
They must be shadows
I can promise you they aren't real

The stars and the moon light my way
but you asked about those hazy days,
when you look up and there's nothing but darkness
Well those days have caught me in the most dreaded loneliness
Those are the days that hurt everywhere
The days that I can't bare to walk without each step feeling like a loss
those are the days I miss having someone