A painting, a secret
It all belongs on paper...

After all the destruction
You want break down and cry...

We hit the dashboard
They've sewn us tight...

You're the voice that I like
The breath I see in the winter...

And we'll undo it
Beside this burning fire...

Do you think
That tomorrow will go on...

I, I know
I'm not supposed to be here...

It all started last May
When the leaves turned gray...

Under the tree
You can hear her play...

How can you study me
From a map and a diary...

In the mirror
You'll see things your way...

Gone, we were in the lands of forever
Lost in the valleys, hiding in the plains...