I'm not lonely But I’ve got room I'm not desperate at all But I'm thinking of you Through walls, I hear it A slight melody In fogs of winter Silhouettes on the sea I know you’re coming It has to be true But if time is a healer It may not be soon I make progress Then I undo it I catch nightmares And take ‘em to bed But I’ve my mind set On where I will be And on my way there I will stubbornly bleed I know you’re coming It has to be true But if time is a healer It may not be soon