Once there was a great storm. Pushed my head beneath the waves. I was gone. . Underneath the walnut tree. Where you said you'd wait for me. And I waited a long, long time.
Down in the old town. When my mind is wandering. Round empty hallways. When will I be one again?. . You're just making it harder for yourself. Making it easy for everyone else.
You think your days are uneventful. And no one ever thinks about you. She goes her own way. She goes her own way. . You think your days are ordinary. And no one ever thinks about you.
I come to. There will be no more drowning. Help, colourless and cowering. You should understand me. When you're understanding. . And through all the tears.
I believe. You might stumble and come closer. . I like to wake alone. To lie and turn to stone. Comfort me, come to me. I won't go on. . I like to walk along.
There's no believing. And no reason why. Well I'm superstitious. And I can fly. (There's nothing to see. And nothing to hide. I'm scared and surrounded.
I like to wake alone, to lie and turn to stone. Comfort me, oh come to me, I won't go on. I like to walk along, to keep my head screwed on. Comfort me, oh come to me, I won't go on.