Ada Rook
Dream of the Weeks When the Void Held Me and All I Could Hear was the Howling of Wind
Oo-oo-ooh, there–
Oo-oo-ooh, there–

There i–, there– there is
There i–, there– there i–

There is no way to feel this
I don't even know the words anymore
Stop (stop) this (this)
I don't think that I can make it
Through this place (this place)
I don't think that I belong here

There are no words for this anymore
It feels like imagining
A different place you've never been
But want to go badly enough
To escape who you are

This
There i–
It–
It feels like
Imagining a different place

This is not a feeling
This is a memory of
Some place
I won't let you in
It's too much for this
Shadow of a place to handle
With words alone
Words alone
Words words words words
Useless noises
The barrier weakens at the touch of this
But it still holds me out
I can (I can) (I can)
No
I can (I can) (I can)
No

No