awake - Phony

There is someone in the door way

In a part of a house you’ve never seen and it’s still under construction

The air is cold

The wind is blowing

Nothing is as it should be

Hold on to youth

The only thing that’s true

Does it still frighten you?

It keeps me awake

There are footsteps you can hear approaching

I turn around

There is a light on

It flickers

While the distant breeze

Blows whistling trees