i sought thousand daysnand thousand nightsnlike a ghost i wasnliving from dream to dreamnand dying every waken hournand breaking dawnnni drifted thousand daysnand thousand nightsnlike a trash in the windnthrough the flow of timenin this empty worldnforever left astraynni'm the breeze outside your window paneni'm the shade beside your bedni'm the steps you hear on your stairsnthe mellow voice inside your headni'm the breeze outside your window paneni'm the shade beside your bedni'm the steps you hear on your stairsni'm everything, i'm nothing