Lyrics

I built thirty worlds with my own hands stories stacked like stones I couldn't hold the map was finished but I'm still lost and I don't know how to live inside this cold I made the tool to dream but I can't dream the darkness knocking wants to let me in I'm fifty now and halfway's all ahead and I don't know where the light begins What comes after everything you've made when the making stops and you're still afraid I belong to nothing, nothing belongs to me just the weight of what was never meant to be