The Whereabouts of Love

In a room suffused with light

I spend my hours waiting

Waiting for the nightfall

And I wonder if my life

Is blissful or appalling

If silence is my laughter

I hone my heart down to the bare bones

Down to the pieces that are needed to survive

And spend my life cruising on my own

As I don't care about the whereabouts of love

The whereabouts of love

Is reclusiveness a curse

Or could it be a blessing?

A wall against disorder

While it shields me from the rain

It causes me to dry out

And counteracts my blooming

I hone my heart down to the bare bones

Down to the pieces that are needed to survive

And spend my life cruising on my own

As I don't care about the whereabouts of love

The whereabouts of love

Let me out but soon back in

Back to what I'm used to

This flawless isolation

Do you wonder if I sound?

Oh  tell me, can you hear it?

The silence of my laughter

I hone my heart down to the bare bones

Down to the pieces that are needed to survive

And spend my life cruising on my own

As I don't care about the whereabouts of love

The whereabouts of love

I hone my heart

Stand and look away

I hone my heart

Stand and look away

I hone my heart down to the bare bones

I need to survive

And spend my life cruising on my own

Cruising on my own