Shadows are stretching, they’re carving the wall Tomorrow’s a giant, I’m feeling so small The luggage is heavy, the spirit is thin Locked in the silence, beneath my own skin The room is an echo, a hollow design The record is spinning... it’s running out of time

It isn’t the falling, it’s just the height Writing my soul on the edge of the night (The edge of the night...)

One more minute, before I let go Before the tides take me where I don’t know I’m leaving the key on the grave of the pain Walking out dry through the digital rain Walking out dry through the rain...

The streets that I knew, they’re wearing a mask To stay or to wander? A heavy old task I looked for a harbor, I found a thin line Between the old promises and stars that don't shine The wind that I fought, it is calling again Not as a ghost, but a long-lost friend

One step out The door clicks shut The cord is cut The end is the start

Just before I leave Just before I breathe The salt... the silence... The wind.