Oh, feeling problems moving on, refusing to be gently wrapped Can't comfortably believe the sky felt so low.
Feel the cold wall at my back, think of you, recall, I've gotta go!
My guiding light Know, don't wanna feel that loss Not lonely now Not decaying, no! Afraid you'd hear the noise made by my heart. My guiding mind Sorry I'll draw again Those days won't be lies. Believing seeds I plant today won't die, Not looking back, I will go on
Like a gently flowing stream good while you could feel those things. Like the soft breeze on our cheeks, I could feel you.