The Whereabouts of Love

In a room suffused with light

I spend my hours waiting

Waiting for the nightfall

And I wonder if my life

Is blissful or appalling

If silence is my laughter

I hone my heart down to the bare bones

Down to the pieces that are needed to survive

And spend my life cruising on my own

As I don't care about the whereabouts of love

The whereabouts of love

Is reclusiveness a curse

Or could it be a blessing?

A wall against disorder?

While it shields me from the rain

It causes me to dry out

And counteracts my blooming

Let me out but soon back in

Back to what I'm used to

This flawless isolation

Do you wonder if I sound?

Oh tell me, can you hear it

The silence of my laughter?

I hone my heart

Someday I'll

I hone my heart

Someday I'll

I hone my heart down to the bare bones

I need to survive

And spend my life cruising on my own

Cruising on my own