[male
vocals] (
Soft,
sustained
synth
pad) (
Breath-like
silence)
Oh,
oh-oh
Simon,
keep
your
head
high
Even
when
the
light
is
gone
The
chair
is
empty
at
the
head
of
the
table
I
look
for
guidance
but
I'm
feeling
unstable
They
say
time
is
a
healer,
a
river
that
flows
But
I’
m
standing
in
the
winter
where
the
cold
wind
blows
I
reach
for
the
handle,
I
look
for
the
key
But
the
man
who
should
be
here
is
a
ghost
to
me
My
father
is
gone,
he
left
the
room
bare
And
I’
m
whispering
questions
to
the
empty
air
Where
do
I
go
when
the
world
turns
its
back?
When
the
path
ahead
is
painted
in
black?
God,
talk
to
the
people
who
judge
my
pain
They
don't
see
the
sorrow,
they
don't
see
the
rain
Simon,
you’
re
searching,
you’
re
feeling
the
weight
But
grief
is
a
lesson,
it’
s
not
just
a
fate
I
hear
them
talking,
their
words
cut
like
knives
They’
re
counting
my
steps,
looking
into
our
lives
They
don’
t
know
the
silence
of
a
house
without
sound
They
don't
know
the
shadows
that
follow
me
round
My
father’
s
legacy,
I’
m
trying
to
hold
But
the
comfort
I
needed
has
turned
into
cold
If
only
they
knew
how
to
soften
their
hearts
They’
d
see
that
my
spirit
is
falling
apart
Where
do
I
go
when
the
world
turns
its
back?
When
the
path
ahead
is
painted
in
black?
God,
talk
to
the
people
who
judge
my
pain
They
don't
see
the
sorrow,
they
don't
see
the
rain
Simon,
you’
re
searching,
you’
re
feeling
the
weight
But
grief
is
a
lesson,
it’
s
not
just
a
fate
I’
m
not
looking
for
pity,
just
a
moment
of
peace
For
this
cycle
of
judgment
to
finally
cease
Father,
I
miss
you,
I’
m
doing
my
best
To
lay
all
this
heartache
to
final
rest
The
sun
starts
to
dip
behind
the
grey
hill
And
for
a
moment,
the
atmosphere
is
deathly
still
I
carry
his
name,
I
carry
his
grace
Even
with
tears
running
down
on
my
face
Let
the
critics
be
quiet,
let
them
observe
That
I’
m
keeping
the
rhythm,
I’
m
holding
the
nerve
Where
do
I
go
when
the
world
turns
its
back?
When
the
path
ahead
is
painted
in
black?
God,
talk
to
the
people
who
judge
my
pain
They
don't
see
the
sorrow,
they
don't
see
the
rain
Simon,
you’
re
searching,
you’
re
feeling
the
weight
But
grief
is
a
lesson,
it’
s
not
just
a
fate
Just
a
lesson,
not
a
fate
I’
m
still
here,
Simon
Watching
the
light
return
In
the
quiet,
in
the
space
Rest
in
peace (
Fade
out
with
lingering
pads)