That's not the way out
Don't hold your breath
The landscape voices sudden movement
And distance to triangulate
One in a million
One of your own
That won't stop her getting even
In the only way she can
It will be cold out there
And oh so silent
The little waves you send
Echoing back
On the approach
No position found
The low sunlight falls on the view and
Reveals a sense of something wrong
You start to quake
And clench your fists
Cruel deceit upon the evening
Thick foreboding in the air
It will be cold out there
And oh so silent
The little lights you burn
Flickering out