Žodžiai dainai: Mark Wilson. The Endless Elevator. Once Upon An October.

Your clothes lay by the shore where your senses were born. Now you don't think twice, about saying "I love you". And the wind hits like a hammer across your knees. Pushing you down, begging "please"

Once you got up off the ground, your clothes which were in a pile were found all around. You tossed your hair and said "I don't care". You left with no tears in your eyes. Don't slow down, here comes your lies

Stop to tie your shoe, under a tree. A leaf falls from above taunting thee. You catch it before it lands and tear it in two. You feel a little better. Its the least you can do

But the breeze could come back any day. And bend your knees in many ways. Until you learn there's a cost to burn your feelings into thin air. And that its alright to cry when someone's there