I'll miss the touches of the breeze
the waves that break upon my skin
i'll miss the brushing on the leaves
the pricking on my fingertips

i'll miss the pushing of your breath
the depths I have to navigate
i'll miss the pulling in your eyes
the tension now to validate

all these noise will never clear
so I'm stepping up, and away (up and away)
all of me will disappear
i'm stepping up, and away (up and away)
the end of your conflict is near
i'm stepping up, and away (up and away)
none will have to interfere
cause this is all familiar

i've come to terms - what's due to come
one final glance I'll have to take
i've come and gone within your consciousness
and i will try to fade away
and i will try to fade away