There's someone standing over me
Well
Sitting really
I don't know who they are but
(Is it you?)
They've got something to say
There's a whispering
A sussurus
An echo on the edge of hearing
I wish I could hear the words
(What was that?)
But I think they don't have meaning
And then it's gone
But Somehow Still there
I don't think it's trying to help
But it's not hurting either
There's something between us
A separation
A segregation
A wall of protection
And a feeling as well
Like I shouldn't listen to the words
That I can't hear
Which
(Is ridiculous)
Makes perfect sense
Because if something
Or someone
(Or something)
Appears in the night
And it won't show its face
Then how can it possibly
Be good?