Day thirty three
I wait in this cabin for you to find me.
No water or food
It will only taste bitter until I'm with you.
You told me to wait for your return
For heat I am running out of things to burn

Bring me some news or leave me to die here
Bring me some food or leave me to starve myself
On account of you
Show me the light I have not seen for days
Draw down the shades there are no colors anymore
They fade into two, grey and solitude blue
grey and solitude blue

Air's growing stale
I've breathed it before and I know it so well
Thought I saw you at last
But it was just a vision four more days have passed
Speech is now foreign I'm now adoring, the idea of slipping away.
Day eighty eight.

Holding out
Paths worn in the ground
From pacing and calling your name

Bring me some news or leave me to die here
Bring me some food or leave me to starve myself
On account of you
Show me the light I have not seen for days
Draw down the shades there are no colors anymore
They fade into two, grey and solitude blue
grey and solitude blue