Look for me in the cracks in the wall.
If you’re lucky, you’ll find my heart.
If you look past my heart you’ll find my soul,
Yearning to understand the unknown.
You won’t find my head there,
It’s in the clouds.
And my body is invisible.
I creep along the walls with my invisible cloak on.
My heart’s heavy;
My heart’s beating.
I can hardly contain the pain that boils inside.
I’m there, but I’m never there.
I’m here, but I’m never here.
So, look for me in the cracks in the walls.
Maybe you’ll find me there.