Beneath a set of flickering lights,
I search for answers as shadows cross my lonely room.
Sometimes I’m high, sometimes I crawl
Lose myself in this lonely gloom.

Words on the wall, and numbers too,
Drowning in the thoughts of you.
Pins and needles, a hexagram
You can try but you’ll never understand.

Pictures, scissors, cutting away
Same story every year, day after day.
Yellow light and butterflies
There it comes back again.