I need more than myself this time,
because all my life's been sacrifice,
and I can't even look inside.
Deep beneath the cover of a perfect wonder,
where it's so white as snow,
privately divided by a world undecided,
and there's nowhere to go.
I step from the road to the sea, to the sky,
just to hear you sing my name,
running through a field,
even though my tracks will be concealed.
