There is a restless weight upon me, in the shape of things to come
And the wrapped up paper flowers have left my life undone
What were the words once told to me or the promises left unmet
And the end to all the simple things that we promised to never forget
When I felt the hand upon me, I thought I'd shaken all that I could
feel
I don't need someone to tell me that none of it was real
As I felt the darkness gather and the silence settle there
And the many faces that surrounded me in the dark and silent air