V) Different

[Verse:]
And i saw it through its empty
That something isn't right
And there is a different kind of lonesome
And there is a different kind of lonesome
And surrounded by wind
But can you keep your head down
Now it's kind of hard to say
Will i be here waiting
Yeah ‘’i'll be here waiting
Now crashing through the dark
You’ll see it through its empty
Yeah i’ll be here waiting