Echoes start as a cross in you
Trembling noises that come too soon
Spatial movement which seems to you

Resonating your mask or feud
Hollow talking and hollow girl
Force it up from the root of pain


Never said it was good
Never said it was near

Shadow rises and you are here

And then you cut

You cut it out
And everything
Goes back to the beginning


Silence seizes a cluttered room
Light is shed not a breath too soon

Darkness rises in all you do
Standing and drawn across the room
Spatial movements and butterflies

Shadows scatter without a fire

There's never been bad

There has always been truth
Muted whispers of the things
She'll move


And then you cut
You cut it out

And everything
Goes back to the beginning


Goes back to the beginning

There's never been bad

There has always been truth
Muted whispers of the things
She'll move