To the way that you won't be when I feel you're gone. To the side-steps and concepts that conquer the sound of longing your contact and cold-hearted town. Yeah I'm longing, I've been turning inside, turning inside-out what I've been waiting for. I've been running around this place, and I've been running the silence of your face. Because I feel your heart as I walk through the sound of photos in progress and cold-hearted towns. She's waiting she's watching as I fear the sound. Cold-hearted and senseless, yet I'm broken down. She's waiting she's watching as I fear the sound of walls closing in on the state that I'm found.