When Will You Go

Who knew that you would fall away?

I think of you as highly guarded

It's easy when you call to me

I don't know whether I'm told

I'm wanted and can't relate

To things that fall and disintegrate

So why do you ask me:

When will you go?

when will you go? nothing's permanent, i thought you know

why do you ask me

when will you go? nothing's permanent, i thought you know

i'll take you where you hold your fears

i'll show you what you know, but can't see

i keep you where i know you'll be

i'll show you what it means to be

discarded and put to the side

like things back and forth

and can't integrate

so why do you ask me

when will you go? nothing's permanent, i thought you know

why do you ask me

when will you go? nothing's permanent, i thought you know

is this your last call to me?

i hope it is