~                        I walk this thin white line
                               Between what i am
                                And what you see
                                 For what you see
                                       Is not me
                      In time ill be the flowing wind
               The diamond drops on growing leaves
                   An autumn rain thats comes again
                      The bitter cold of winter winds
                     The first snowfall when it begins
                          Gentle drops on stony skin
                             When i die and go back
                             Back back to everything