A home won't stand free, without foundation or walls
The building would crumble, the pillars would fall
A machine can't run, missing a single piece
The metal would rust, lacking it's grease
My hands feel nothing, if you're not there to touch
I lose all my senses, you give me that much.
The flowers I smell are false in my mind
The toll of the bells ring silence inside
All foods I don't taste
It's no more than matter
I'm not one to waste
Without you I'm scattered.