the grass is damp
its dark
its cold
that once clear sky
its grey
its old
look up once
look up twice
thinking thinking
what a damn fool...
and the oxygen is drowning me
its hard to speak, i'm feeling weak
try to stand, knees buckle
lean back into the new breeze
i see the horizon
i see a sunrise
lean back into the new breeze
closes eyes,
lay down my head
dreaming, dreaming
i want to dream of you