Water drops, morning breeze
Is it autumn, winter or spring...
I close my eyes and I still can see
The shape of air, the flow of a smell

I am too deep inside, that I feel so out
Laying on this bed, floating over a hill
I'm here, I'm there, not sure even where
Every morning is a start going nowhere

They are coming, they are leaving
I see them while they're not there
A sound increasing behind my brain
The touch of an angel holding my hand

A voice wakes me from this dream
"Open your eyes, you are still here
This is nowhere, but look around...
You're lonely but never been alone"