8 by 8 Lyrics

I've spent days in this mossy room

Beams of light catch the dust in the gloom

Cold, damp floors and shadows of bars on the stone

Something says I should feel alone

Nothing left to say or think or do

Counting days with the marks on the walls

Asleep or awake, does it matter at all

It's been weeks or months, I keep losing count

Say, do they plan on letting me out

Nothing left to say or think or do

I have nothing left to give to you

I thought I had heard it

The voice of a friend at my window

I thought I had seen it

The sight of a note on the ground

Although I can breathe, is it really worth it

It's easy to see that I have a purpose

But I'm small in this big, big world