NLO22 - Fade

It's late, you're out somewhere
Maybe close, or gone
I sit with empty hands, quiet filling up
The room, the floor, the ceiling
Just waiting for the noise to come
To tend to all the silence from
The dark sits heavy, I keep holding on
To something, can you still feel?

Do you hear my heartbeat slow?
Counting spaces, tracing lines
Underneath the fading moonlight

Let it fade away
Let it fade away
Let it fade away
Let it fade away