How did a crowd get so lonely
how did a dream get so old
how did a rose in the palm of a hand
get so heavy to hold
how did the thread grow so slender
must be a bit hanging on
maybe we can start over again
before the echo is gone
if it really must be going now
if the final leaf must fall
maybe it could leave, at least, a shadow on the wall
up above there's a sea of love out of control
the slower we get, the faster it stays, and the further it goes
guess i was just lucky to grab it
to have it to hold
was a new as the snow, in the shape of a heart, and the size of a soul
but if it really must be going now
if that's all
see if it could leave, at least, a shadow on the wall