So many are the turns
my world gave...
and nothing to keep!
How would I imagine
that it's you
that it's you.
You're not that big...
neither that special
you look natural
you're the south
it's you
it's you.
I don't care for the time
I spent in reaching
if this is a dream
rush me to the end...
You are land
I'm water in which you water yourself
and though you have an end
nothing will be the same
It's you.
It's you.
It's you.