I'm seeing faces on the wall I'm seeing faces on the wall And I can't hear at all No, I can't hear at all They might be closing in It seems they are closing in When will I give up When will I give in Their eyes are watching me Shining lights as stones The air is cold and scarce Sensations of being alone When the faces face away I wish they would rather stay There's something more I'd see Something more than company The walls are closing in But when will I give in The blinds are closed and I'm blinded They are stream and I can't find them They seem for so many years Their path smells like large, dark spheres