Dreadful Shadows

The bare wall is damp, a layer of mould is covering every joint
The pipes are leaking, it's dripping onto my ragged bed
Minutes seem to be days and days are years, so what am I waiting for?
Too many things have changed, too many words have lost their sense
The days will be mine when rivers rise
But now I'm stumbling on the edge of our life
The last words to the drowning sun
The light was bright enough to believe
That we could lose ourselves in feelings, but we failed
The last words to the drowning sun