Like a specter adrift in the rainThe familiar solemn shadow sweepsOver the lonely graveyardThese suburbs that we live inAll of the people we once knewMoving slowly, going nowhereWe know their facesBut not the namesLike corpses, children sit on swingsEmpty and pale with very sad eyesMoving slightly, as a tree mightOn a windy dayWe are all alike somehowAs a constant uneasy feelingHangs over every being hereSilently kiIIing us allSuch a feeling connects us allFor we are all afraidTogetherBut alone.