I was writing in my notebook Crumpled pages and my blackened hands The room suddenly became dark So small , the small light Writing in my notebook Unencumbered by words and numbers All I was thinking about was getting something new I never wanted to go back in time The pure and delicate lines could be used anywhere But ,I don't feel it now The line I draw for something is not stable So I can't feel it now I always know it's getting dark Just looking for the light I want to sing for tomorrow, not for today Do I want to sing for tomorrow, not for today? So I don't feel it now The line I draw for something is not stable So I can't feel it now I always know it's getting dark Just looking for the light So I can never feel it again Wide desk in a small room I can't see all around me Oh,drawn I can't see I always know it's getting dark and looking for the light To get hungry I hear voices outside