| I look out at landscape unknown to me | |
| Aloft feelings it seems once were mine | |
| Unfurling to penetrate memory | |
| It's only time | |
| Sun ceases warming, it warns me, but | |
| I came I came for you | |
| Each in our hearts alone | |
| But fighting the way | |
| You try me doubtless in your way | |
| So sure the pieces | |
| You hold, so tell me | |
| Am I alone? | |
| Sorting through layers it's cloudy | |
| Hot ice and strange wondrous snow | |
| Impressions sculptured ephemeral | |
| Of what I know | |
| I came for you | |
| Each in our hearts alone | |
| But fighting the way | |
| At odds with myself you and | |
| I Our very nature fleeting | |
| Fractured and reeling | |
| Restore my own | |
| I look at a landscape unknown to me | |
| Aloft feelings it seems once were mine | |
| Unfurling to penetrate memory | |
| It's only time | |
| Sun ceases warming, it warns me, but | |
| I came I came for you | |
| Each in our hearts alone | |
| But finding the way | |
| At odds with myself you and | |
| I Our very nature fleeting | |
| Fractured and reeling | |
| Restore my own | |
| You try me doubtless in your way | |
| So sure the pieces | |
| You hold, so tell me | |
| Am I alone? |