Refrain

In the madness, a melody plays.

And I listen for days in a daze -

Beautiful strings, a choir sings,

But the words are absent

Of meaning -

Or maybe there is method in this madness?

In the sadness of a macabre mind,

Fast-forwarding, now on rewind -

Symbols fly, gone sky-high,

But are utterly void

Of feeling -

Is there memory after the sadness?

If only I could stop thinking.

If only I could sleep.

If only I could stop feeling.

If I weren't in so deep.

I strain my ears to hear the refrain.

I pain my eyes blind to rain.

This is the only way through.