It's no longer warm

In your eyes that are a little colder

In the ocean that's no longer calm

In the face that, each day, seems a little older.

There's no longer space

In the heart that's a little harder

In the world that's, oh, so much smaller

In the void that reaches so much farther.

There's no longer peace

In the mind that's open no longer

In the soul that's fallen from grace

And in your eyes there's no longer a hunger