Sky's up above my head
Surrounding uncontrollable hands
Something's about to change: you better look at me
blanket made by the cold of a winter mountain
Going down slowly through the silence far from here
All noises are deaf listening
through out the white silence
That's what I'm waiting for it's always [bad word] blanket made by the cold of a winter mountain
Going down slowly through the silence far from here

woody boat reminds me of my long journey
When I bought the world with no money
I close my eyes and breath the coolness
Taken away from so much purity

Ain't gonna be alone no more
In the greyness of an old men [bad word] out from the ancient door house
With big palms telling tales of a past life

Sky's up above my head
Surrounding uncontrollable hands
Something's about to change
You better look at me
blanket made by the cold of a winter mountain

woody boat reminds me of my long journey
When I bought the world with no money
I close my eyes and breath the coolness
Taken away from so much purity