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