Billowing smoke and people
diving, flying, departing...

In the early morning
haze...

I saw you turn and
leave followed the sound...

The sadness will be over soon
And the darkness will be gone...

I dream of a place
where no roads end...

I miss the way you'd wink at me,
and the way you'd always see...

That day in may, mischievously you
hid at the bottom of the garden to escape...

Through high seas
And stormy wheather...

The room,
Inside my head...

Ten years from now I'll still
remember the sound of your...

Soliders, we will
never know who...

The sound of your voice,
a dull echo through the...