Текст: AFI. The Art of Drowning. Despair Factor.

Along the path where the stream is talking
I breathe the mist and continue walking
The wood it whispers in a language of it's own

As a sigh escaped my lips
I feel the light caress of fingertips that
Steal away the breath and leave me on my own

Waiting by the stairs
(Waiting I despair)
Waiting, I despair
(Waiting by the stairs)

My whole life is a dark room
One, big, dark room

Do I hear the hollow sound
Footsteps resounding on this frozen ground
Or the familiar disappointment of the echoes of my own?

Waiting by the stairs
(Waiting I despair)
Waiting, I despair
(Waiting by the stairs)

Waiting by the stairs
(Waiting I despair)
Waiting, I despair
(Waiting by the stairs)

Somehow I ended up here in between
Where there is always the comfort
Of knowing I'll never be seen
When I fall
When I fall
I wait for just one touch
And I fall

Weightless, endless
Faithless, I'll adore you
A single touch, before I fade
Painless let me pass through

Weightless, endless
Faithless, I'll adore you
A single touch, before I fade
Painless let me pass through