Breath a white sky noon
The stem of slope is about to bloom
And in the distance I see it coming
Now instead of blowing the wind is sucking

And I give my steps
Over the gray
And I'll do the rest
No matter what may say x2

On and on we go
Yet we never grow
Step by step for so long
Won't take this anymore

Born free
To die enclosed
But sheltered
By the soil

There's no care
For what they may say
Trying to validate
Their diluted faith