Woorden: Flotsam And Jetsam. Drift. Missing.

If it were all just gone
If it just wasn't there
Would I disappear?
Would I even care?

Avoid in the arrangement
A blind spot in my mind
A space in what's important
A black hole of some kind

It walks right beside me
Invisible to most
Not an apparition, not the holy ghost

Stumble through another day
Not knowing what is wrong
Not stolen, not lost or broken
Been missing for so long

Can't quite find it in me
Fading pulse, can I survive?
My heart fails me again
Flat lined but still alive

It walks right beside me
Invisible to most
Not an apparition, not the holy ghost

Dragging it behind me
Can't hold on any more
Slips through my fingers
It scatters on the floor

It hovers right above me
As I move from door to door
When I hang my head in shame
It lies there on the floor

Searching for what I may never know
It's missing, I can feel it
Can't just let it go
When I reach out I can feel it

It walks right beside me
Invisible to most
Not an apparition, not the holy ghost

It hovers right above me
As I move from door to door
When I hang my head in shame
It lies there on the floor

Talks from inside me
Silent to most
Not the voice of God
Not the only ghost

Dragging it behind me
Can't hold on any more
Slips through my fingers
And scatters on the floor

It lies there on the floor
Missing