Facing New York - You Might Not Feel It At All lyrics

Doesn't talk much, enters unnoticed by me Like a vapor drifting through the a**embly Watching others, let down he is removed From the ma**es, knowing not what else to do He reaches out to her like wind when summer calls Don't change the temperature you might not feel it at all He writes music and notes roll off of his tongue Like water, thick compared to the blood Of an artist afraid to look at himself In the mirror to see if anything is left And she wants to feel his heartbeat again But it's hopeless, a ghost, no longer a man (the whispering you can figure out for fun)