Numb
Laughing and dancing I'm a clown in your show,
But the laughter expired.
Singing the lyrics to songs I don't know.
The conductor grows tired.
The once great illusionist gives up his tricks,
while the carpenter's hammer drives holes in the bricks.
In the windows the candles all burn without wicks.
It's a lie.
But I'm growing too numb to cry.

Stuck on the bow of a fast sinking ship;
never learning to swim.
Lost in the forest I'm losing my grip
as the lantern grows dim.
I'm seeing the light at the mouth of the cave.
The effort of keeping you made me its slave.
And I know there's not enough love here to save,
but I try.
And I'm growing too numb to cry.

I am numb.
I can't even feel the hot street, or my heartbeat
deep inside me.
I am numb.
I can't even feel the water flow; feel the wind blow.
I am so cold.
I am numb.

Touching the wind with the palm of my hand,
never feeling the chill.
Searching the ocean for one grain of sand,
as the current grows still.
Bathing my wounds with the salt of a tear.
The child in me knows I have nothing to fear.
Awaiting the sentence as judgment draws near.
It's goodbye.
But, I'm growing too numb to cry.

I am numb.
I can't even hear my lonely cry, in the dead of night;
paralyzed with fright.
I am numb.
I can't even feel the bitter cold, slicing through my soul.
I'm no longer whole.
I am numb.

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