Take me back to you. This strange world i've been seeing The way you hold me like a creature Brings me back the thirst for freedom Hollow freedom
Nights are growing cold, Loneliness just makes them colder All there was is growing older Creeping back through time, Tries to remember I try to remember.
You may fall into the sea, And you may think while you are sinking, You may feel as tall as trees, But someday time will bring you winter.
Grieving by a grove, In the churchyard, beneath the sundial, Amongst the graves with their moss covered names Sleepy eyes turn in words to the wise Just be kind.
You may fall into the sea And you may think while you are sinking You may feel as tall as trees But someday time will bring you winter.
