I feel light as a feather

Since you're gone 

I don't feel the floor I'm walking on 

I don't think about anything 

But (city/cities/Sydney?) doesn't matter 

It's too far away 

There's only this room 

Where I stay 

I stare at objects 

But I don't see them 

I feel light as a feather 

Since you're gone 

I don't feel the floor that I'm walking on 

As a matter of fact 

I don't walk much 

As a matter of fact 

I don't talk much 

I got a dream I'm going through 

There's no people, not even you 

I hide from windows 

I don't want to know 

What's really out there 

Outside, below 

I don't think about anything