i can see your lips moving, but i dont hear a sound.

its lonely out here.
i'm standing on a cliff, in the middle of some strange outback.
i feel so alone, yet so free.
i have with me my towel,
and all the time in the world.
to think, to understand, to feel.
to realise, that i've been lost for so long.

its lonely in here,
this room but with the bare bed and empty chairs.
water drips outside the window,
the sky gleams like a distant shadow.
and still i choose nothing,
but to sleep here every single night.

just to be alone,
just to runaway,
just to do all those things i cannot say.