Of Modern Architecture - The Art of Moving Forward Lyrics

Haven't found home again, no sense of peace for the weary
There is no way to console the dead
Rotting inside of myself, what am I to do?
I've lost my vision, this landscape is dreary, a never ending grey

"My love, speak not of what was
There was joy, and I know of how you suffer
But there is hope, colour in the black
Find sound in the quiet
You need to listen
Hear my voice, follow me home"

I hear you, but I can't feel you
Your touch, your skin
Your voice is growing distant
Hide the pain again
I am retreating, back into the dirt
I am retreating, I swear I'll find you