I found the time to raise the line of hope.
Is there a sound, a way that I should know?
Where is my mind when winter feels so close
And all the eyes are sharp as frozen souls?
I found a leaf when I was looking for a tree.
Is there a better way to start describing me?
We have enough and so much still to know.
We have enough and so much still to know.
To know.
I know the night is waiting me to fall.
Is there a sign that hides beyond the words?
I need my eyes to stand before the storm.
Left all behind to rise and feel some more.
I found a leaf when I was looking for a tree
Is there a better way to start describing me?