I walked across an empty land, I knew the pathway like the back of my hand. I felt the earth beneath my feet, sat by the river and it made me complete. Simple thing, where have you gone? I'm getting old and I need something to rely on, so tell me when you are gonna let me in. I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin. I came across a fallen tree, I felt the branches looking at me. Is this the place we used to love? Is this the place I've been dreaming of?
If you have one minute, why don't we go talk about ir somewhere only we know? This could be the end of everything. So, why don't we go somewhere only we know?