my energy goeth, before it stops;
like the streets i can never get in your way
never impede passage, but carry you on--
persist in my nonexistence to assist you

obliged and resigned by my very nature
to ride beneath your feet
obliged and resigned by my very nature
to ride beneath your feet

into the earth you guide your force;
like the mist, i can only envelop you
opaquely conceal who you really are--
but around you, the world is changing

if illumined by the sun i am driven from you further
forever exiled to a world in which you cannot come
if illumined by the sun i am driven from you further
forever exiled to a world in which you cannot come

i cannot hear you;
do you or don't you want to?
will you or won't you stay with me?
i cannot hear you;
i cannot be so bold.
will you or won't you stay with me?

i have consecrated my whole life to a ghost
i cannot qualify my desires with any spoken word
i shrink from the slightest sign of recognition
i fade at the sight of the first shadow to fall

like the sun i shine, shine passively, passively on you
like the mist i lay low, transparently apparently round you
like the streets i'm paved over and over,
so in some way i may lay beneath you
and so you may seem to tread an open road--
but what is it really, but that?

it's almost time...
we're running out of what's left--
so decide, if you will, before i fade back into the shadows of dusk;
so decide, if you will, before i change back to the blackness of dust.