It is coming at me from all around
It is in the air, on the ground...

Young and helpless she wept that day,
She turns around but it is not the right way...

At first it is all wonderful,
Anything is at all possible...

You told me you loved me,
You said how much you needed me...

One day he will pick it up and look at the strange...
He will wonder about the different markings left...

Where:
There is no answer for these powerful questions...