..

(…)

you can’t even see now
so you ask me the way
you wonder if it’s real
because it couldn’t be rain…
through the right doorway
and into the white room
it used to be the dust that would lay here
when i came here alone

but i don’t care if you don’t
and i don’t feel if you don’t
and i don’t want it if you don’t
and i won’t say it
if you don’t say it first

(…)

The Cure