Are you in Or are you out Words are stones In my mouth Hush little baby Don't you cry Truth comes down Strikes me in the eye Turning seasons within Brand new nails across my skin Who am I to imply? That I was found and I found you in the white To overcome this I become one with Quiet colder late november If you dont see I remain unseen Till this time to be rememebered So I had a green light I was lost in city lights Not so far from a try This is not our last good bye