the state of being lonely without a crown lost sight of something in the crowd couldn't ask them anything cause I was too proud the silence kicked me down to the ground
I know my own hands can only make a few hopes those aren't mighty works, just tiny drops by the time those fill a glass and overflow I'll be back home
for a little while I will drift on the wavering water late at night when you guys fall asleep, I put some flowers in a vase to greet a new morning that's better than bygone days
my own hands can only make a few hopes those aren't mighty works, just tiny drops by the time those fill a glass and overflow I'll be back home
It's nothing more than a small change but melodies steal out of a cage then gather and flow to inside of us those make a ripple and harmonize with everything
everything becomes the music everything becomes the music our teary days and a fairy tale I mean everything
my own hands can only make a few hopes those aren't mighty works, just tiny drops by the time those fill a glass and overflow I'll be back home
