What is that binds us together? Is it the genuine desire for us to be together?
Or is it a fear that we are the only one that will ever see what it is behind our eyes?
We can never know when our time will come, so what is the point in waiting?
As we pad through the never-ending night, like a cat creeping through the dark,
What is it that we are searching for?
But in our time of need, is it not our friends that seek us out?
They prevent our depression from reaching its max
And return order to the house of our mind.