The Fan

Living in the darkness,
cryng out to nowhere.
i step into your shadow
i now know how to go there

open up your window
I'm searching for your smile
I see nothing only shadow

twisted of . . . 

I am the constant changing
I am the constant changing
I am the constant changing
I am the constant changing

Pickets are coming
Vain in my ways
Chain all around us,
Where everything everything fades

Like a runner out of pace a distant sparkling face
in a far and lonely place
it echoes all around
i hardly hear a sound

I am the constant changing
I am the constant changing
I am the constant changing
I am the constant changing