I Am Not Me

Whoever comes through the door when you find it hard to cope with
Another useless day, turning into something found down memory lane
It's a stranger from God knows where, but for
Every prayer there is even more silence in the air
He may look like the one breathing beside you when
You lie awake at night, restlessly waiting for the
Morning to release you, which of course it never does
The one whose skin is like a mixture of cold, hot steel
And velvet from the long lost gray days you still
Cherish, like you need the past more for every new day

I am not me as far as I can see
I am not me, not even a memory
Imaginary velvet, cold hard steel, I am not me, have never been
I am not me as far as I can see
I am not me, not even a memory
Imaginary velvet, cold hard steel, I am not me

Oh, no

There is still one phone call left to make
Will somebody answer anyway?
Who shall I say is calling?