The Inside World

The grave awaits this seamless face
Upon the setting sun
For by tomorrow we will wait
Until our hope is gone

Breathe the air of fault
It never takes it stride
Upon souls of trusted friends
From which we keep our lies

No hope for the sun
Turn around and hide
The world around us twists and turns
Or is it all inside?

Wind blows in your direction
Sleep covers my eyes
Wind blows in your direction
Sleep covers my eyes

The wind blows at your hair and face
But you never look away
Your crying eyes of tearing ashes
Make me turn my face
Why are we here?

No hope for the sun
Turn around and hide
The world around us twists and turns
Or is it all inside?