I walked a line between faint and narrow
hard to follow
in strange mirrors I review my past
I was hung up in toughened glass

Fierce winters failed to ruffle my sleep
and the secrets that I keep
I never hoped for a rude awakening
I was never anticipating

Better not remember me
don´t miss my passing
we never quite vanish
only fade away

In the silent squinting, in the stare
strip you bare
offering no more disguising
no compromising

I am the hunter, not the wanted
you´re the haunted
drifting away on the wings of glass
no one else here to last