Caught Between Paroles

And what too high

Fallen free and holding on

Nothing there at all



Dropped and lifted

Gotta breathe

Bottom drifting

On the way

Holding just a few poor words

And nothing at all
To still the sand

No light connects

The breaking moments

Drifting to another shore

There's nothing here

That I could change at all

Nothing at all



Forced to be

A broken line

Let to hold

What we could find

Then to learn

And go again

Nothing sorted out



High above

A single bird

It drifts about

The dead volcano

Who's to lose

And who's to find

There's nothing here

That I could choose at all

Choose at all...