I can't see you
My vision's gone, but I can fly
One step ahead and leave it all behind
One step ahead from where I am
little clam in a little shell inside [bad word] sence of human cold
From breeding mould and feeding lunasy
Where high is high on diging gold [bad word] away from being sold to me

My mind glued to the ceiling
Searching sense on an empty floor
My body glued to the feeling
Holding on behind the door

Don't make my stay
Raise your sails in the wind
And play

I can't see you
The light is out but I can feel
I feel the snow that someone wrote my name on
I feel the frenches on my skin
The raven song I hear is still the same one

My mind glued to the ceiling
Searching sense on an empty floor
My body glued to the feeling
Holding on behind the door
My tongue glued to the palate
Hopes the wisdom is on the way
My will mixed in a salad
Soaking in day after day

Don't make my stay
Raise your sails in the wind
And play

Don't make my stay
Raise your sails in the wind
And play

I can't see you.