Dry, unbend your fingers

glance all behind you

and now let yourself go 

open your fingers

glance all behind you

your heart now can bleed

There's a girl flying in front of me

leave her hands and she'll disappear

Flying high until she'll reach the sea of his mind

as another game, another game

There's a man asking for what she sees

in the land of his misery 

Flying high searching for what could be of his time

as a different man, a different man

And now I can touch your find

and now I can touch you