v) Different

[Verse:]

And i saw it through its empty

That something isn't right

And there is a different kind of lonesome

And there is a different kind of lonesome

And surrounded by wind

But can you keep your head down

Now it's kind of hard to say

Will i be here waiting

Yeah ‘’i'll be here waiting

Now crashing  through the dark

You’ll see it through its empty

Yeah i’ll be here waiting