Alone I wander, like a child. Not a fear, not a care but I’m far from nowhere.
Another day, another night, and he still hasn’t found the light. Then I wonder, will I?
The sky shreds its friendly blue and turns a shade of deadly gray. But I like it here. He wants me to stay.
I catch the winds with my hands, looking towards what I’ve learned. I finally see the lies. I finally see the lies
I am not lost. He is not lost. We are not lost. Not all spirits that wonder are lost.
The light soon falls. I feel his grip, I see his shadows on my walls. Look away, look away.
Dare not to play, for the night brings it forth. The pity, the waste, the tears.
I have no cares, I have no fears. And I’m so far from here.
I call him friend, I call him real. I see he’s alive, so why can’t you?
What is in the text is not true. I’ve learned so much this far.
What you hope for, who you give your hope to, is someone you’ll never meet.
You I give my hope to, who I hope for is someone you’ll never meet. How could you?
I am not lost. He is not lost. We are not lost. Not all spirits that wonder are lost.
Someday, I will be him, you will be him too. There’s nothing you can do. Maybe then you’ll understand what the holy ones have done to you.
Another day, another night, and he still hasn’t found the light. And i wonder, "is he searching" or "is he waiting".
Alone I wonder, like a child. I have no fear of the dead, i fear the living. i am so far from here.
Another day, another night, and he still hasn’t found the light. Then I wonder, will I?
The sky shreds its friendly blue and turns a shade of deadly gray. But I like it here. He wants me to stay.
I catch the winds with my hands, looking towards what I’ve learned. I finally see the lies. I finally see the lies
I am not lost. He is not lost. We are not lost. Not all spirits that wonder are lost.
The light soon falls. I feel his grip, I see his shadows on my walls. Look away, look away.
Dare not to play, for the night brings it forth. The pity, the waste, the tears.
I have no cares, I have no fears. And I’m so far from here.
I call him friend, I call him real. I see he’s alive, so why can’t you?
What is in the text is not true. I’ve learned so much this far.
What you hope for, who you give your hope to, is someone you’ll never meet.
You I give my hope to, who I hope for is someone you’ll never meet. How could you?
I am not lost. He is not lost. We are not lost. Not all spirits that wonder are lost.
Someday, I will be him, you will be him too. There’s nothing you can do. Maybe then you’ll understand what the holy ones have done to you.
Another day, another night, and he still hasn’t found the light. And i wonder, "is he searching" or "is he waiting".
Alone I wonder, like a child. I have no fear of the dead, i fear the living. i am so far from here.
