DetachmentnStill askingnAre we all alone?n2 hands meetnOn our kneesnNo one heard a soundnnFall now, Into a dreamnCome drown, down here with mennThousands PassednUnwrittennHow much time is left?nThey're screamingnSalvation!nFalse hope without shamennWake upnWaiting outside in the bitter coldnFrozen winter brings the days of oldnThe time has come, now say your last goodbyesnDestination: final sunrise