are you in or are you out the words are stones in my mouth hush little baby don t you cry truth comes down strikes me in the eye turning season within brand new nails across my skin but who am i to imply that i was found that i found you in the white to overcome this i become one with the quiet cold of late november if you don t see i ll remain unseen until there s time to be remembered so i had a green light i was lost in city lights not far from a try this is not our last goodbye so i found you found a way all through the quiet cold of inner darkness and now that you re here it becomes so clear i have waited for you always