Someone said something to me
"You cannot understand
What it's like to be out in the cold
In an empty no-man's land"
And it kind of got me thinking
What it means to be alone
An exile in your own domain
Or a prisoner in your home

And I think I know a thing or two
About burning bridges
And I still carry the scars
From cutting all my ties
I need no-one to lecture me
About alienation
People are so atomised
They're dust blowing in my eyes

As I sit still and quiet
There's a whisper on the breeze
People falling in despair
Like drifting autumn leaves
These ghosts are passing close by
But their footsteps leave no trace
Their stories go unheard
Before another takes their place

But I have always been the one
To pay attention to the edges
I've always had an eye for those
On the outside
I know the depths of silence
And the life struggling in stillness
I know my kindred spirits
And the places that we abide