I have been drowning dead
and im not enough
im not the one you see
I just passing by
lean on me
take this hand
its for free

bright light
thunder pushed me home
down under ground
a small weak is a growing seed
and places look all the same
to me

The moon is over
and the night
when the cold blows
fly low and its not the dream
I cant stay
I cut papper to hearts
and something is not right
you are in my way.