Tekst
Standing by frosted panes
A glimpse arrives, but never stays
You face a wall, and the glass is hazed
With empty hands and barren wastes
It never stays
The wind outside
Has found its way into my head
A wave is rising
Vibrations blinding
I came of fire
I felt the sound of waters breathing
Wake up it cried
I heard the sky and flowers bleeding
Returned from the skies
A witness to the profound
And now, who am I
Now that the walls have been unbound