4 o'clock
nobodyIf I could scream,
I would until the air is filled with silence
Every afternoon I crawl into bed,
then get back up with false hope again
These letters to nowhere,
never finding a place
where they feel wanted
gusts of wind and dust in space
Who do I think I am?
Who do I think I am?
Who do I think I am?
Who do I think I am?
What's the point to all this?
There isn't one.
If there is, then
I certainly don't know.
Now the silence bleeds in my ear
I'm still in my bed
Because what I fear
is what lies ahead
It is time I thankyou,
because now I know
Eternal gloom,
with a tiny glow
Who do I think I am?
Who do I think I am?
Who do I think I am?
Who do I think I am?
I,I,I,I,I,I,I,I