I see a form taking shape
Rusted halo on the ground
I see a sheet draped over a man with the eyes cut out
On all fours head in the clouds
He crawls slowly down the hallway
Reaching his hands, sliding them along the walls
Lifting them up with each picture he dusts off
He looks to his left to see the counter where his wife left her ring
He leaves a mess for all to see his pain
He's all but gone and no one knows his name
They don't know his name
It's bright outside
So he takes his clothes off and walks slowly out the door
He can feel himself touch the ground
As the dry leaves crinkle beneath his bare feet
Again he crawls slowly down the hallway
Reaching his hands, sliding them along the walls
Lifting them up with each picture he dusts off
He looks to his left to see the counter where his wife left her ring
I leave a mess for all to see my pain
I'm all but gone and no one knows my name
They don't know my name
A door opens
A door closes
With a violent rush of wind
A door opens
With a violent rush of wind
