I walked across an empty land
I knew the pathway like the back of my hand

This feels familiar, this loneliness.
Oh yes, I know it well enough but what do I do now?

I felt the earth beneath my feet
Sat by the river and it made me complete

 This turbulence, shall I enjoy it?
These butterflies, shall I let them fly?

Oh simple thing where have you gone?
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on

You held me as if I was your lifeline.
And I placed my head on your shoulder as if its my resting place.

So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin

How long will we play this game?
This game of light touches and racing hearts.



Why don't we go somewhere only we know?