When these walls break down
and my thoughts can sneak through the cracks,
when the cold stops fogging the window pane and the tick-tock of my heart,
when my dreams wake up or my awakenings fall asleep,
and my thoughts can sneak through the cracks,
when the cold stops fogging the window pane and the tick-tock of my heart,
when my dreams wake up or my awakenings fall asleep,
when the leafs of the trees keep falling and falling,
down and down,
when the smoke of my head's engine looks like a cloud,
when the jar of tears totally overflows,
feeling my river running...
feeling my river running...
Tell me,
will the current leave me somewhere?
Will I leave far away without saying goodbye?
will the current leave me somewhere?
Will I leave far away without saying goodbye?
