When I was a little boy
I'd screamed at vague misty nights
Yet breathe out smoke with no fire
I'd become one of what I was scared of
I fell in love with the in-between
Coloring in the margins
Yet the romance of the undefined
Was a threatening lie in their eyes
They say, "Oh, who is he?"
Nobody
"Hello, who is he?"
Nobody
I'm not at peace with dying alone
But I'm not at war either
No, I am planted on the shore knowing
The ashen tide may or may not rise
'Cause in valley of the sure
You cannot be neither, nor
You're fated to pick a door
Only the lonely are lukewarm
They say, "Oh, who is he?"
Nobody
"Hello, who is he?"
Nobody
Is it a ghost?
Is it a plane?
Is it a shiver down your spine?
Is it delusion?
Is it confused?
Is it contusion of a hard-earned truth?
No, it's nobody
Nobody
Nobody
Nobody
Nobody
Nobody
Nobody
Nobody
