I'm the fall of a feather
Slowly with the breezy wind
I'm going up the oak tree
Forgotten from the land of sin
I'm acting like her golden hair
You can be my fresh cut grass
Be the rays of the sun that dazzle
Like the fall of a crow's feather
Remember when we went sailing?
I'm inventing memories to remember
All of me through all of you waltzing
How can I come back when the ship left?
Free, but at what cost?
Still thinking of scenarios
Maybe I could have ended up
With your hands, intertwined through mine
