Drifter

I sought thousand daysand thousand nightslike a ghost I wasliving from dream to dreamand dying every waken hourand breaking dawnI drifted thousand daysand thousand nightslike a trash in the windthrough the flow of timein this empty worldforever left astrayI'm the breeze outside your window paneI'm the shade beside your bedI'm the steps you hear on your stairsthe mellow voice inside your headI'm the breeze outside your window paneI'm the shade beside your bedI'm the steps you hear on your stairsI'm everything, I'm nothing