Faint designs of love all but erased,
If I trace my steps will I lose my place once more?

When endlessly I tried to go and forge on ahead,
Backwards I spun and cloaked in white surrender instead,
Stifled by all of the webs wound round my head,

Deaf from flimsy whispers while waiting for nothing to come,
Bitterly I resolved to blur your image, see you no more
Now you call from the place I felt before.

Faint designs of love all but erased,
If I trace my steps will I lose my place once more?