A home won't stand free, without foundation or walls

The building would crumble, the pillars would fall

A machine can't run, missing a single piece

The metal would rust, lacking it's grease

My hands feel nothing, if you're not there to touch

I lose all my senses, you give me that much.

The flowers I smell are false in my mind

The toll of the bells ring silence inside

All foods I don't taste

It's no more than matter

I'm not one to waste

Without you I'm scattered.