The road sings
When I leave
I take three steps...
The road is silent
The road is black
As far as the view
I take three steps...
The road is not
On the high tide
I went up
The head is full
But the heart has
Not enough
Hands lace
The wooden figure
I take three steps...
And you're here
On the high tide
I went up
The head is full
But the heart has
Not enough