When you wake up in darknessFloat ashore a sea of guiltThe black sky, ruth- and starless,Reflected in your window sillIn cryptic letters in your handwritingThat you hide better when the sun's risingYou're buried in notes that you never wrote,Scattered collection, fragments of a soulYou're alone now, but two empty glasses show you: They were there.What is left to do but revel in the lightness of despair?

Autorentext

There comes a time in every person's life when they, I don't even know, they have a time or something, whatever. They get to have a time. This is my time. I get to have a time.

Klappentext

When you wake up in darkness Float ashore a sea of guilt The black sky, ruth- and starless, Reflected in your window sill In cryptic letters in your handwriting That you hide better when the sun's rising You're buried in notes that you never wrote, Scattered collection, fragments of a soul You're alone now, but two empty glasses show you: They were there. What is left to do but revel in the lightness of despair?